What happens inside a home where a herd of elephants are given free reign?
A home where a brother is told he will be an uncle the day his sister goes to the hospital to give birth to his niece?
A home where a seemingly beloved child and grandchild goes missing for 30 days before being reported to police?
July 15, 2008 – Casey Anthony’s mother Cindy reports that Caylee has been missing for a month. In a call to the 9-1-1 dispatcher, she says, “There is something wrong. I found my daughter’s car today [and] it smells like there’s been a dead body in the damn car.”
A home from where a mother, having already lost a grandchild, lies on the witness stand in an attempt to explain away why keyword searches on the computer such as “neck breaking,” “lost numbers,” “how to make chloroform,” and “household weapons” are found.
When the mother of a supposedly missing child lies to police investigators and parties instead of looking for her child, does anyone in that home confront her?
What about when it is revealed that the “missing child” has been rotting in a garbage bag a quarter mile from that home?
What the hell kind of home is that?
And how many more homes are there just like it?
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