Dad said I was hysterical, that I’d thrown thoughtless accusations when it was obvious my memory couldn’t be trusted. Mother said my rage was a real threat and that Shawn had a right to protect his family. “Your anger that night,” she told me on the phone, meaning the night Shawn had killed Diego,” was twice as dangerous as Shawn has ever been. ”
“Talking to you,” she said,” your reality is so warped. It’s like talking to someone who wasn’t even there. “I agreed. It was exactly like that.
I found a logic to banish her: that I was likely insane. If I was insane, everything could be made to make sense. If I was sane, nothing could. This logic seemed damning. It was also a relief. I was not evil; I was clinical.