offer to help me carry the enormous bird.
My name is Margo. I was thirty-four that Thanksgiving, working as an occupational therapist and approaching my seventh wedding anniversary with my husband, Graham.
We had a wonderful four-year-old boy named Theo.
From the outside, our lives appeared comfortable and happy.
But holidays with Graham’s family were a different story.
His parents, Walter and Brenda Hendrick, lived in a beautiful brick home with a wide porch and an impressive dining room.
His sister, Renee, was an attorney who had mastered the art
