My husband left our five-year-old twins to die, all because they dared upset his precious first love.
The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away.
Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy.
Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever.
Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.
