"Dylan Flynch, are you high? Is that what this is about? Are you doing drugs?" Dorothy fired back at her son.
Dylan felt like he was wasting his time with his mother. "You know, being in the same room with you is so scary. I feel like you could kill me at any moment.
How am I even supposed to look myself in the mirror and be smiling about having a mother like you? I feel so unfortunate right now.
You've killed so many people that I can't even imagine how you sleep at night. And all these ways just to keep my mediocre origin hidden?
What have you done, mom?
Mom, you even tried to kill the man who treated your son like family. You tried to kill his only son in addition. What the heck? Do you have no conscience?
Who are you, really?" Dylan asked in trepidation.
