It Came to Me on a Whim - The Story of Ingeborg Andersson Child Murderess

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(23 43 77 1)>Suddenly it struck him: the windows had not fogged up as they usually did in the winter when his wife hung up the laundry inside. There was a sour smell and the house was unusually quiet.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(23 43 77 1)>Where are the children? he asked receiving no answer.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(23 43 77 1)>On opening the door to the bedroom Artur saw the large round copper washtub sitting just inside. It was half full of water and the rest had spilled out onto the floor. The water left in the tub contained traces of vomit.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(23 43 77 1)>It is a cold Easter in the spring of 1929. Artur leaves his wife and three children alone for a few hours to go fetch firewood in the forest. When he returns his world has collapsed. The story about Ingeborg Andersson and what happened that day in 1929 was a well-kept secret for seventy years. The tragic family drama is now being retold by Ingeborg Andersson's grand-niece Maria Bouroncle.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(23 43 77 1)>A compelling and horrifying tale that will grip true-crime fans as Bouroncle's extensive research and tireless investigation slowly sheds light on her family's tightly-guarded family secret.</span></p>