The man and woman who had killed the father in their own house had taken them and were raising them as their own.

I went mad! Vengeance--vengeance--I lived for it, year after year.

I wanted the children--but if I took them all would be lost.

I followed them, watched them, loved them--and they loved me.

I would wait--wait--until my vengeance would fall like the hand of God, and then I would free them, and tell them how beautiful their mother was.