I was one of three Sister Wives living at Garden Temple.
I should have told the police. But my husband Jeremiah knew my secret. That kept me there. Kept me in line.
Just like his anger that shook the house. Blood in my mouth, tears in my eyes. And my heart broken so many times there was nothing left to pick up.
Then they promised my daughter Olive to Bishop Thomas. He’s a grown man, she’s not even thirteen.
So we escaped. But if my husband finds us, he’ll kill us.
And now Olive walks into the kitchen, tears down her cheeks. Her eyes are wide, terrified.
There’s a half-drunk glass of Coke in her hand. My husband’s one vice. “It was in your bedroom, Mom.”
He’s been here, he’s been in the house.
