Day 13
There are only a few reasons why anyone would abduct a child, and none of them are good.
I just keep thinking about what might be happening to my sweet little girl. Or, if she’s already dead, what might have happened to her before she was killed.
It’s absolute torture. It’s driving me mad. These images keep flashing in my imagination. They’re horrific beyond anything I’ve ever even heard about and I keep seeing them happen to my Magdalene.
I say it’s torture, but it’s nothing compared to what Magdalene has likely been through.
I want to jab a long knife into my ear or an icepick into my eye to get the images out of my head.
Please, God, make it stop. Please forgive me if I ever did anything to deserve this. I’m sorry. I repent. I take it back. Please.
Unless . . . Don’t stop it if Magdalene is still suffering. I want to suffer as long as she does. Let me suffer instead of her. Heap it on me. I can take it. Just spare her.