I quickly saved the recording and sent it to Bradley, along with old photos of Lia and Toby, and the last image of Toby.

I wanted him to truly see just how depraved the woman he loved really was.

Desperate, he sought to meet me, kneeling at the hospital entrance every day.

Tears streamed down his face as he reached out, trembling, clutching the hem of my shirt, looking up at me with a visage once steady, now filled with madness and anguish.

“I wronged our son and Toby! Ally, just let me see our son! I’ll do my best to make amends for both of you, including Toby!”

I...