“He put his thing inside,” Lizzie sobbed, clinging to her father, while her mother slumped in the chair, clutching her arm and struggling to breathe. “He wasn’t supposed to.” “His thing? His penis?” Mike demanded, shaking Lizzie. “Elizabeth, are you telling me that he raped your sister?” “He made her die, Daddy.” Crying hard and ugly, Lizzie nodded. “I know he did. You have to believe me.” “She’s a fucking liar,”
