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The memory of the day it all went wrong:

she had been with her husband when

  the ground was ripped from beneath her.

She was with her husband when

  the detectives slapped the cuffs on him.

They read him Miranda Rights

and stated crazy sexual assault charges.

She lost her whole world,

being left to raise three children alone.

  (two girls, one boy)

One of them also made a statement,

but was later convinced to recant.

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