Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

Every now and then a “Mommy” would escape her lips and I would wipe it from my face, like mud or mosquitos on an otherwise idyllic summer’s drive.

I put the lotion on my skin for a week after they left, hoping that it would bring me stop-gap solace until they forgave me and came back.

Beth's story of abuse and murderous desire is ultimately one of redemption and insight into the human condition.