I’ve wanted not to wade into this discourse because it’s so dark I almost can’t believe it’s real.
When your children are that young, you are their entire world. You are the person they run to when they’re scared, hurt, or confused. They trust you completely because they don’t yet know a world in which they shouldn’t.
Picturing those children watching their own mother take their siblings’ lives one by one, knowing they could be next, is a level of horror so dark I genuinely cannot comprehend it.
Watching women turn their sympathy toward the person who killed them, rather than the children whose lives she took, is profoundly disturbing.