Not a tool of God

Karly. Swimming

  I never know what to say when they say it to me. Usually I just sit there, my stomach churning, my spirit bouncing off my insides like a squash ball. Karly Sheehan would turn ten today, if she had lived. But she didn’t. She died. Murdered by a man so big and so mean [Read More...]


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