“Did you have other relatives you were close to, besides your mother and father, growing up?” She questions, the sound of hope clinging to her words, as she poises her black pen over her notebook, ready to document whatever we say so she can dissect us. Oh, doctor, what a fucking question. Should I tell her we murdered everyone who carried a drop of our blood without mercy? Dispatched all those fuckers to the dregs of hell, so they could meet their maker, the devil.
