“They were blunt,” she says, as thunder vibrates in the rain-washed glass. She quotes them. “Stop pushing the fire marshal’s office, hag face. Stop haranguing the cops, you ugly bitch. Stop goading the media to investigate. You make the Bride of Frankenstein look like Jennifer Lawrence, Regina. Nobody pities you. Nobody gives a shit about your dead kids. No one meant for them to die. They were collateral damage. Everybody just wants you to get over it, shut the fuck up, go away, stop making everyone sick at the sight of you.”
