Children of Jericho, by Francie Healy
A small town's nightmare, up close and personal
It started with three little kids.
We had no idea what we were getting into. We were young and idealistic, and we decided – impulsively – to become foster parents, even though we already had four children.
We weren’t expecting to learn about things we could barely imagine: Ritual abuse. “Monsters”. The murder of a baby called Joshua.
Three little kids. Their stories, awkward and preposterous, sparked an investigation into one of the largest cases of child abuse in Canada.
In the middle of it all, we had to raise our family. It was tough, it was challenging, it was triumphant, and the whole thing might or might not have been a bad idea.
One thing’s for sure. It was a story that had to be told.