My sister’s kindness was repaid with savagery
Kaitlyn Wheeler, 37.
Hopping up from the pull-out sofa, I noticed a set of keys on the floor.
“You’re an idiot,” I teased my sister Lauren, 27. “How didn’t you see these?”
It was May 2011, and I’d travelled interstate with my sister Sarah, 18, and our parents, Karen, 51, and Bill, 56, for Lauren’s law school graduation.
We were staying at her apartment across from her uni. Lauren had complained about losing her car keys but now here they were, right near the front door.
“Maybe they were caught up in the sofa,” she said, bewildered. “I swear stuff gets moved around in this apartment.”
Lauren lived alone with her dog, Butterbean, so I shrugged off the comment.
That night, she took…
