Katy Shultz

I am a puddle of angry tears this morning finishing this book. It broke my heart. Reading the bitterness of people that refuse to understand what the word “family” means and a girl with epilepsy, like my own mother, thrown out like garbage and made to be a servant and suffers the must horrendous of fates from a grown woman who is filled with hatred. My alternate ending would have been for that bitter grown woman to redeem herself by feeling remorse for what she’d done. But in reality, do they ever?