A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own: From Innocence to Horror

At three years old, Jodie watched her father murder a woman in a seedy hotel room. He, a true-born sociopath, strolled undetected, using religion as his disguise. A life suffocating the truth wouldn't work for Jodie. The murdered woman's spirit seemed to ignite a search for answers in Jodie's adulthood. A budding darkness around the reality of her past was coming sharply into focus. Fighting to free yourself from generational trauma? This is a must read. Her family coat of arms was incest.