The Asylum Confessions: Family Matters (The Asylum Confession Files, #2)

by Jack Steen

I loved having her as my little shadow. The thing about shadows, though, they don’t always stay in one place.

I know they called me a serial killer, but I disagree with that title.

I wish I were back on my farm. I wish I could see my pigs again. I wish I could feel the heat of their snouts on my skin as I die.

They were beautiful. They were precious. They were also monsters, and I had no idea just how much my life just changed.

Conjoined twins. That's what my boys were. They were joined at the hips, or pelvis, bum to bum. If it weren't for that, they were perfect. They both had two sets of arms, two sets of legs, two penises. They shared hips and a bum.

What kind of father brings a hooker into their home so his kids can get laid?

Just because someone looks innocent doesn’t mean they are. Looks are deceiving, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

"The only time you ever see a person's true character, who they really are, is right before they die. Anytime you judge a person before seeing their true self, you're robbing yourself of an opportunity.

“Oh honey, by the time you reach my age, all you’ll have done is say goodbye. Practice doesn’t make perfect. It never gets easy; you just learn to handle your grief better.”