“Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.”

“The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.”

“Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.”

“The sad truth is, they should never trust me.”

“I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.”

“I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.”

“I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.”