There was no other choice.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

We didn't meet anyone. We didn't know anyone. It was just her and the way she lived her life.

I know a lot of people don't believe us. I know it is bizarre. But I can't make this stuff up.

We all got into trouble for something every day, and at least two of the three of us would be beaten every day.

We want to be their choice.