"His wife that is in his daughter."

She started trembling and looked away from me.

I held her arm and spoke in a serious tone, "Grandma...what did he do?"

Grandma sniffled and rubbed at her eyes, "When she wasn't coming out of her room, I thought she was going through that teenage phase you told me about at ten years old. But then Mr. Jenky told me he saw a man coming from her room window."

My eyes widened and multiple questions swamped my mind but I didn't interrupt her. 

"Mr. Jenky and I ran up to her room immediately and there she was, sprawled off on her bed, naked and bloody just like when she was born."

I covered my mouth and looked at her sobbing figure in disbelief and anger, "He raped her?"

She crouched over and started crying in her hands, "It was all my fault! If I paid more attention to her it wouldn't have happened."