Prologue
It all started that one night. That cursed night, when the men broke in. They clomped around the summerhouse rented for the family reunion, not caring if they stepped on anything, or if even if they destroyed anything. They took the young children with fear in their eyes. If it weren't for Aunt Dinah's savvy of making people listened to her, the children would have been taken to who-knows-where. We all knew we were in deep trouble. We knew we had to do something about it.