to Abel. He didn’t know. I was filled
with rage, but there was nothing I
could do. I felt completely
impotent, but I still felt I had to do
something. So I took out my phone
and I called him—I called the man
who’d just shot my mom, and he
actually picked up.
“Trevor.”
“You killed my mom.”
“Yes, I did.”
“You killed my mom!”
“Yes. And if I could find you, I
would kill you as well.”
Then he hung up. It was the
most chilling moment. It was