So, tell me more about your family.

Dr. Shenton crossed his legs and smiled politely.

We are very happy and normal, that lied, because he really wanted to be chosen for the stupid

study.

My kids are the best.

Never give me any trouble.

He made us wear our good clothes.

George even had a ridiculous boy suit on, you know, with shorts instead of pants.

I remember walking through the beautiful and long white marble corridors that led to

the interview room, and how dad had threatened us to have awful things happen at home if

we didn't behave properly.

That if we still have a home, mom muttered in an unpleasant tone, her mouth in a fine

line, your dad can't find another job.

I always knew that our family was very far from happy and normal, but lately memories

have been flooding back.

Memories from my childhood.

There's no way I'll ever remember Karina, but I remember finding a note among my mother's

belongings when I discovered I was a girl and hence absolutely had to use my mother's

makeup.

At the time, I thought nothing of it.

It was a scrambled, old paper, and my dad's unmistakable ugly calligraphy.

I'm sorry, Sandra, but that baby had something evil.

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