“Just thinking the same thing over and over.” “Your family?” “My family.” “What about them?” “God. Just hoping the threats against us don’t turn against them. Those people are damn crazy. They didn’t even say who they were coming for. They only said, for the family.” Auner explains to me that by family he means only his two brothers, their older sister who stayed behind, his wife, and his two-year-old daughter. The rest of them, he says—his grandfather, his uncles, all of those who didn’t say a word or do a thing about his mother’s death—aren’t worth a dime to him.
