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| Possible Abusers - the accused on one hand, the accuser on the other |
August 21 was a horrible evening. Blustery winds buffeted the windows and the door occasionally mixed with driving rain, and occasionally not. This was merely the harbinger of the horrors. An eye in the storm that heralded the arrival of the troopers.
There was a knock at the front door that no-one was expecting rang on the door. I had three boys spreading toys around my home - my four year old son and the two boys from next door. To help me oversee this chaos was the father from next door as well.
I left them to answer the unexpected knock at the door. I wondered if it might be my neighbour’s wife arrived home early come over to join the party. Or perhaps my partner.
Nothing prepared me for what was there.
