When Your Child Becomes Your Killer
he for-profit art s
s flimsy, the instructors were uninspired, and her classmates wer
acement classes in high school with bare
a string of meaningless part-time jobs at coffee shops and retail stores to pay for her art suppli
tion center. She found me in the library, surro
e doing?" she hissed, he
calmly, not looking up
ck to school, selling the house. You're doing this to
at her. Her eyes were wild, her cl
," I said, my voice even. "I'm living
ovement was the ultimate betrayal. It wasn't
r students. "I will! I'm moving to Florida to live
ingle moving truck came and took h
on of emancipation she had filed, officially severing all legal ties and re
hain that had bound me to her, to my tra