Ten days before it happened, I had a dream that my father was driving down Plymouth Street and my mother was crossing the street and he ran over her and kept going and did nothing to help her.
At this point, it doesn't seem like it.
When he got angry, he would have a tone of voice that really scared me.
I heard screeches of tires. I panicked and I ran outside. ... I saw his car on top of my mother.
