I’ve lived in fear of Dad’s mystery killer for decades. Now it’s their turn to be scared

I trusted my big brother, and he used that against me

Pregnant Presila was sure her fella was up to no good. Then she made a heartbreaking discovery…

SARAH DITUM

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called

Our Antonella tells it how it is