My older sister and I were inseparable until I found out that she was a child molester. Content warning for child sexual abuse, pedophilia, suicide, and substance abuse My sister had been living with my brother, his wife, and their young children, often filling the role of a babysitter. One day, they’d kicked her out of the house. Apparently, she said, their personalities just didn’t mesh. “But there’s something else, too,” my sister explained. “You’re not going to believe this. They accused me of touching Kaylie.” Kaylie is my brother’s youngest daughter. At the time, she was three years old. I stared. “They said what ?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing. “They said I touched her inappropriately,” my sister continued. “They have Kaylie on camera explaining what I supposedly did. Here, I’ll show you.” She angled her phone towards me. I could see a video of Kaylie, tiny and adorable, matter-of-factly explaining how my sister had supposedl