Lila
"So the dog was killed about three weeks before I was supposed to go to College. I was eighteen and scared and starting to realize that my dad wasn't innocent the way I'd thought—and that made me really uneasy about all the stuff I'd done for him. He'd used me with those journalists, to plant information, and to gather it. I didn't want to think about whether I'd somehow helped him get away with something. So, I did what kids do. I left. I wanted to forget about it. And my parents let me. I was worried about Mom, stuck there with Dad, but she promised me it was going to be fine, and said I should go and enjoy myself. So, I did. Because I was a teenager, and selfish, and scared."
