On a cold, stormy December morning, Timmy Robertson woke to find his mother and sister stabbed to death. At first it appeared they were murdered, or were they just set free? Free of a lifetime of pain and disappointment. Their faces looked like slates of marble, cold and pale. Eyes like stones stared back at Timmy. Panic, fear, disgust ran through
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