THEO’S POINT OF VIEW.

Black umbrellas lined the chapel cathedral as the sound of wailing women filled the air. I wanted to cut my own ears off at the sound. The priest droned on and on about how great Phillip Kingswell was, about how kind he was, and how he was currently in the bosom of heaven.

It almost made me smile, because I knew one thing they didn’t: Phillip was in hell, and he would rot there for eternity. I would give anything to hear his screams of agony, the very ...