And standing at that window, I did remember.

I remembered him walking me home through the rain so I would not have to walk from the subway alone.

I remembered a first summer by the coast, quiet weekend nights cooking together in our kitchen.

And that memory was the single most devastating part of the entire ordeal, and it taught me the truest and hardest thing I know about evil.

Monsters would be so much easier if they were monsters all the time.