Day 61
Oh my God. It’s unbelievable. I just can’t . . .
I did an online search for sexual predators in our area and they are literally all around us. And not just a few. More than I could’ve ever possibly imagined. How can there be so many? And so close to us. Would it be this way no matter where we lived, or is this just here? Why the hell weren’t we notified? We’re raising a small child. Someone should’ve told us that we were doing so surrounded by a nest of vipers. Surely one of them is responsible for taking Magdalene. I want to go and knock down every one of their doors and demand they let me search the place.
How can the cops not be doing that? How can they not be looking at these known predators? And if there are that many known predators, how many unknown are there?
Has the whole world just lost its fucking mind? What is wrong with people?
I’ll tell you this. If the cops aren’t looking at these vile fuckers it’s because of one and only one reason. It’s because they’re wasting all their time looking at us. They’d rather believe that Keith and I killed our own little girl and are covering it up—with the help of our friends I might add—than that a known predator somehow figured out how to breach our security system and get in and out with her without being detected.