"Two weeks ago." I really shouldn't be telling him all this. Even if he doesn't call the cops, I'm putting him in danger. I guess I'm just so relieved that he's taking me seriously, the words are coming out at this point. "Mama and Papa were arguing. Again." They always had-- Mama used to say I had the misfortune of inheriting both their tempers-- but it'd been getting steadily worse. "But then this-- I don't know, this monster came out right from behind Papa, and it... gobbled her up." Just like in a fairy tale. "It didn't even leave behind her clothes. There was no body, so no one believed me." I lean back in my seat. "So I had to leave before Papa could do the same to me."