Children of Jericho, by Francie Healy

It started with three little kids.

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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.

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We weren’t expecting to learn about things we could barely imagine: Ritual abuse. “Monsters”. The murder of a baby called Joshua.

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Three little kids. Their stories, awkward and preposterous, sparked an investigation into one of the largest cases of child abuse in Canada. 

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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.

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One thing’s for sure. It was a story that had to be told.