I can barely stand to write a sentence like this: Last week, a nine-year-old girl hanged herself. Her name was Maddie Whittsett. She was in fourth grade.
Her parents say that Maddie came home from school that day in fine spirits, seemingly excited about a trip to Chick-fil-A. But when Maddie’s mother went to her room to tell her it was time to go, she found the child hanging in the closet. One cannot even begin to contemplate the horror of such a scene.
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