When the listing came online, my brother called me, his voice shaking, and asked me to take a look at the listing.
When I logged on, I understood why he sounded so shook up.
Then in December, I read this Modern Loss piece by Esther Kustanowitz about how the Internet’s constant reminders of her dead mother led her to delete her mom’s contact information from her online address book. That fact was more shocking than finding my father there in the first place, some three years earlier.
The story prompted me to go check on my father in the yard, as I had done so many times before (most recently within the past couple of months). I’m not an emotional person, but this revelation really overwhelmed me with sadness, especially as I broke the news to my wife and my siblings.
She was hopeful that things were finally going to get better. For four years, Dadou had received beatings and death threats from Sanders, the six-foot tall, 250-pound man who said he loved her. Sanders outweighed Dadou by about fifty pounds, and was much taller and stronger than her.
When she returned, the two 25-year-olds started kissing. She tried to yank the door handle, but realized that the power locks were on. “I couldn’t breathe and I started to panic for my life,” she says.
The car reeked from the fumes of weed laced with cocaine. Dadou has maintained since then that Sanders often raped her if she didn’t comply with his demands for sex. He hit her in the face and thigh before grabbing her throat.