Tyler. Their dream of two Stanford-bound, athletic sons was replaced by the crushing weight of two severely disabled children they had abandoned. The o

rah's lawyer (who had been discreetly present), Mark an

e'd bought it months ago, the purchase carefully timed. It was directly across the hall from Apartment 3B, where a "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" had been living quietly for the past eighteen years. Mr.

to strain to hear the constant, violent

, her voice raw. "Your defective genes! Y

My fault? You're the one who carried them! You're

Cody's requests for help often went ignored. Tyler's distressed cries were met with angry shouts to be quiet. Sarah listened, her face i