I think he killed.

He killed them. It just occurred to me as I was in the bathroom with my striped flannel pajamas down around my ankles, in my oversized T-shirt. It was probably close to 1 o'clock in the morning. I was disgusted by my own toenails; the need for pedicure; the chipped nail polish. That's when it hit me. He killed both of them. He killed his father and his stepmother. He planned it all out; staged carefully like a one act play. Or did he? I'm trying to remember his reaction. I'm trying to remember exactly how he handled the situation. Did he seem overwhelmed with grief? Did he appear to be mourning the death of his family? It's been nearly ten years. I can't remember. I don't even remember his eyes with tears. I don't remember redness or swelling. I don't remember him sad or crying. I remember that when he came back into the lab I said "I'm so sorry about your family. I'm so sorry about your dad." And he said, " yeah." I remember he said something about abscessed teeth. That both of them had abscessed teeth. I guess at the time that didn't seem odd at all. I guess I thought that was just his way of explaining what had happen. I'm not sure now. I'm not sure at all. I think he killed them. Great, this hotel has the cheapest toilet paper!