Prologue

Was this it? Had I done right? Killing her like that? Leaving in that Police car drove me crazy, knowing I was right and they were wrong! The man giving me my rights, an Officer about 30-40 years in age, looked at me with sympathy. It made me think "Would the Judge give me sympathy? Or would he send me away like all the other people? I had done right, killing her. She was evil, she had been the Hand that Rocked the Cradle." So, as a final gesture, I kicked out the window, and the door, and dove.