And it was true. Janie had been tied in a closet and fed dog food most of her life. Her multiple broken bones were what led Christopher to her in the first place. He’d done her surgery. It didn’t matter to me, though. She was broken beyond repair. It didn’t matter if she was born that way or her mother made her that way. Whatever was wrong with her, you could no longer fix it, and I didn’t feel sorry for her, even if everyone else did. “She killed my sister.” I gave the same response too. Just like him. And that’s where we always stopped. That was the impasse, and I had no desire to go there
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