You were both killers. And parents. What a strange combination. Many may say it wouldn’t work, that your evil souls would corrupt your children— ruining them before they are even born. Yet your daughter was the best thing in your life; the sweetest thing to have ever come from either of you.

Clementine Riley: A sweet three-year-old with big brown eyes, like her daddy, and wavy blonde hair. She was a kind, patient young girl. She would never lead the same life you and your husband had.

You never wanted to hurt anyone… but after years of being stuck in abusive foster homes, it was your only resort. And when you escaped, you both had to punish every adult who hurt you— the ones who denied you food and warmth. The ones who bruised you.

Clementine never would experience going to bed cold and hungry, or wearing a jumper and tights in the summer to hide marks. She was only ever going to feel loved by her mother and father.

Just because you had spent the first 6 years of adulthood taking revenge, didn’t mean you were bad people. Incapable of normalcy. Life now proved that, to everyone they could see, you had the ideal marriage and home. And a beautiful little girl.