“We can talk about that later,” I said. “First we have to find your daughters.”
“They’re in heaven,” she said. “How many times do I have to say that? There is nothing you can do for them here.”
I did not like interviewing mentally ill people. Their delusions were always so unique to them.
“Are you sure the girls are dead?” I asked.
She let my hand go and looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“Maybe they’re still alive and we could save them.”
She shook her head. “My husband believes in things like that. If you’re a godly person, you can bring people back from the dead with your touch. That’s nonsense. But you can send people to God. And that’s what I did. Even though God is scary. I did what he said. I shot the dog first. Did I say that? Because I thought that would stop the girls from w
