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Chapter 31
I've been flipping through channels since Chris left to get our food about fifteen minutes ago and so far, I've only come across one that isn't broadcasting my family. Finally, I turn the TV off and sit in complete silence. Once my mother turned herself in and pleaded guilty by reason of insanity, all hell broke lose. The story was my mother blamed my father for Tommy's death and plotted her revenge. She wasn't insane at all, just a vengeful mother. And because a lot of people saw it that way, she became somewhat of an icon, especially in New York. Frank Sunday let his autistic son drown in a river that was over a mile away from their home in Staten Island. A mother knows no boundaries when it comes to protecting her children. Frank Sunday was no different. He had to pay. I can hear it
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