Amy Shanabarger sat up all night, watching over her husband Ron. She had sent him to bed after he had told her the story. Only she and God knew what he had said--and Amy wanted to make sure someone else heard from Ron's own lips the enormity of his crime. He was the only proof she had. Then, the horror story echoing in her head, the words hanging in the air of the house in Franklin, Ind., they had scrimped and saved to buy, she stayed up to make sure he did not do anything to himself. They had loved each...
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