Her life was marred by betrayal, pain, and misery. Whether by happenstance or design, she sowed these malignant seeds around her family tree. She was a mighty and bellicose segment of the trunk. The roots became infected and gnarled, yet the tree still bore solid fruit. Undeterred, she went about deforming and corrupting every branch, leaf, and bud until they too were traumatized by betrayal and pain. She scorched every part of the tree adjacent to her imbuing them with suffering, startling revelations, and distrust. Her love was a Trojan Horse. She lavished them with love, yet starved them of love at the same time. Her secrets became their consequences. Would they survive or be severed from the tree? How far could these apples fall from the tree?