I was 19 when I discovered that hell doesn’t need fire. All it takes is a man smiling while offering you clean water—and three ways to die.
My name is Arianne Davao. I am 82 years old now, living alone in a small house near Chalon-sur-Saône in Burgundy. Neighbors see only a quiet old woman tending her hydrangeas, polite and unobtrusive.
