The Man I Helped Tried to Bury My Child Alive

I brought my husband, Victor Boone, back from the disaster zone and sent the girl I’d raised for six years to become a trainee. That was when he, who had always been cold and restrained, finally snapped.

He took our infant son to the desert’s no-man’s-land. “Tell me where Keith Warner is, or I’ll bury him alive.”

“There are five mounds of sand here. You have five chances.”

Victor placed our son into a shallow pit. The scorching sand instantly seared his delicate skin, and he cried out in pain.

My heart felt as if it had been thrown into boiling oil.