Bryan was a serial rapist and sadist in his heart of heart. He sought transcendence and seemed to find it in the degradation of other souls, especially the souls (and bodies) of women—many women, including daughters, mothers…and beloved sisters. I can appreciate Bryan, well, not the rape part, but the transcendence. After all, we’re all seeking some kind of higher level or broader purpose to govern our lives and give meaning to our earthly existence. Still, Bryan took the wrong path in life. He followed his sadistic heart and never sought the help he so desperately needed. I often describe myself to friends and especially my Republican colleagues as a bleeding-heart liberal. I vehemently oppose the death penalty, yet I try not to push my politics on everyone. I’m also a firm advocate of social justice. That’s why I didn’t kill Bryan; I wanted to stick to my principles. Instead, he took his own life. After I spent some time alone with him, he evidently saw the wisdom of leaving this world. Perhaps his spirit has found bliss in some other life, but his bones lie buried in my aunt’s apple orchard. Jennifer would have wanted it that way.