Reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment. And punishing them for it. That’s what cops do. It’s actually what everyone does. It’s what you would do to me if you didn’t know me.
I don’t truly know what I did or didn’t do. I can say I am a convicted murderer, which is true. I am convicted. And I can say that I killed her, too… Hanna… which I have said more than once. And I can even imagine that I killed her, which I have imagined, because that’s what I’ve been asked to do multiple times. But I honestly can’t say that I did, in fact, kill her. Because I just don’t remember, for the life of me.