While writing it, I remembered all the people in our lives—my mother’s siblings, our neighbors who loved and cared for us, and Nick. All people who were either by blood or by choice taken in by my mother’s disease and the con act that hurt so many. I hadn’t thought of Nick as a victim before taking this class. While he made the conscious choice to kill my mother, and do so violently, he did lose his freedom and therefore his life because I was a catalyst.
