The Last Party

by A.R. Torre

Under the Truth column, I put the details of the potential crime. WHO: Me. In order for this to work, I couldn’t use any accomplices. No loose ends. No potential snitches. I would have to pull off the murders myself. WHAT: A recreation of the Folcrum Party event I grinned as I wrote it down and resisted the urge to put a smiley face at the end. WHEN: Sophie’s 12th birthday party (August 13th) WHERE: In her bedroom WHY: To cast doubt on Leewood’s guilt and trigger an appeal/mistrial. To justify me stepping forward and becoming involved in his defense. Right now, if I pushed harder with an attorney or reached out to Leewood directly . . . my motives would be called into question. Grant would likely divorce me. It would be a disaster from the start. But if my daughter were killed by the “true” Folcrum Party murderer . . . a grieving mother’s quest for justice wouldn’t be questioned—it would be applauded.

WTF