Six months ago, nearly to the day, thirteen-year-old Viola Kent had stabbed her sleeping mother, Claire Kent, to death. When pressed, her father, Reed Kent, had admitted that Viola had violent tendencies and was regularly seeing a psychiatrist. It didn’t take long for the gossipmongers to uncover the stories of animal bones found on the property, to dig up pictures of the brothers’ broken little bodies, bruised and covered in scar tissue.
