“I’m gonna kill you both.” That’s what Denis told me. That’s what I believed.
I’ve talked with the chaplain about it quite a bit since I’ve been here. Told him that the only thing I feel guilty about is that I don’t feel guilty.
Am I a sociopath? Am I the monster the media made me out to be? The monster I’m sure you believe that I am?
He would have killed you, Justine. As sure as I know you’re my daughter, sure as I believe God will usher my soul into heaven to stand in his presence any day now, I knew your father meant to kill us both.
I couldn’t let that happen.
If you had never been born, I wouldn’t have cared. I would have given up years earlier. But you were so little, so beautiful, so perfect. You loved me. Trusted me.
And you loved him too. Your innocence was completely unawa
