Shadows that Lurk in the Light: Chapter Twenty Nine

Michelle Renee Kidwell
5 min readNov 23, 2023
Photo by Ivan Aleksic on Unsplash

Chapter Twenty Nine:

As the world slowly reopened, things weren’t exactly the same and my sister and I were facing a harsher reality, the reality of our parents being likely murdered. In order to rebuild our lives, we had to overcome our grief. We had to find a way to cope with the loss of our parents, but the problem was that their death was so brutal. There was no doubt in my mind what that soulless man was capable of.

Even though Deliah was doing her very best, she still struggled. She was able to get off the sofa and do things that were needed now, but she still struggled, we both did. Through the Grace of God, I was able to get through each day. Without our Faith, without our relationship with Jesus, I knew that I would not be able to get through the day-to-day let alone focus on anything beyond.

Although none of this was easy, I couldn’t pretend it was easy, but the hardest part wasn’t my injuries, but the feeling of being left in limbo with the news about our parents. The waiting for the DNA results to find out if they were our parents was by far the hardest part because we were stuck with possible worse case scenarios without knowing for sure. Although dealing with my own injuries was difficult, it was not nearly as difficult as learning that our parents were also victims.

Both Deliah and I knew that it was highly likely that our parents had been Ken’s victims, but we wouldn’t know for sure until the DNA results were in. For now, we were stuck with the likelihood that it was, without knowing for sure, and that was hard for both of us, but Deliah seemed to be carrying the burden and guilt for even raising the question of whether or not our parents had been murdered. For years, we thought they walked out, but something wasn’t right. It should have been clear to us from the start that our parents wouldn’t leave us in that way.

“Trace, I feel horrible for being so angry at them for so long. They didn’t just up and leave, they were murdered. How could I allow myself to believe they would just up and leave? The note was forced and had to be.”

“Deliah, you were only sixteen; you couldn’t have imagined that they were victims of a madman we didn’t know about at the time.”

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Michelle Renee Kidwell

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