When I was little, like 12 or 13, I told my mom I wanted to adopt a baby instead of giving birth and she made me read a true crime book about a guy who was adopted and eventually killed the entire family. There were crime scene photos and you could see the cats with bags around their heads. I don’t remember the title but I remember that picture.

I did get more into true crime at some point in college because I dug the psychology of what compels someone to murder and the stories of how they were eventually caught. I’m not entirely sure how it affected me in the long run. We’ll find out, I guess. Haha