In the dusty outskirts of Seminole, Texas - just past the cotton fields and under the relentless spring sun - Peter Hildebrand stands outside a gas station, his eyes rimmed red and voice cracking.
Imagine thinking the very person who is fine with letting your kid die because he is too invested in his own lies and conspiracies that he somehow truly believes is working for you.
Imagine thinking the very person who is fine with letting your kid die because he is too invested in his own lies and conspiracies that he somehow truly believes is working for you.
So…kinda like a priest? Or any other members of clergy?