“How so?”

“I lost my parents long ago.  Not just last month when they died, but when my brother Sandy was killed a few years back, there wasn’t anything I could do to make them snap out of it.  I was invisible to them.  So, I rebelled and rebelled and started doing horrible things to my body and mind.  They didn’t care.  I think if I met the same fate as your daughter, they wouldn’t have done what you did.”

Karen lays a hand on her shoulder.  “People grieve in different ways.”