I don't know what I was thinking. There was no way they were going to let me take part, was there? Instead, I was forced to stand by in the creepy ass crypt underneath Massachusetts Hall and watch as GreatGram and Laurel Diad, the NA Enforcer leader, raised the echo of the boy I supposedly killed.

Again I noted the lack of crying from his parents, the way the Santos leader seemed detached and yet avidly hungry as she observed the proceedings. Making me wonder if all of ...