Denver, Colorado
I feel that Dylan was a victim of some kind of malfunction going on in his brain...whatever killed all the others, killed him, too.
I let this happen; it was my role to keep him safe, and to keep others safe, too, and somehow this happened because of me, because I wasn’t able to stop it. The guilt one feels doesn’t fit in a room, it’s so huge.
Brockes, E. (2016, February 14). ‘My son, the Columbine high school shooter: “a mother is supposed to know.”’ The Guardian.