“[The
father] has dreamed about [the son] every night since the event, dreams
of pervasive sadness rather than fear; he had told me that he could not
be afraid of his fate as [the son’s] father, even of being murdered by
his son. Recently, though, he had the worst nightmare of his life. He
was walking past a door; a figure in the door began shaking it
violently. [The father] could sense hatred, anger, ‘the worst possible
evilness,’ and he could see upraised hands. He realized it was [his
son]. ‘What surprised me is that I was scared as s--t,’ he recounted. ‘I
couldn’t understand what was happening to me. And then I realized that I
was experiencing it from the perspective of his victims.’”Continue reading.
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