“I thought you were my friend,” Lizzie cried, looking more broken in this moment than I’d ever seen her as she stared at Gibsie, who was standing with his family. “You’re supposed to be my friend.” “I am your friend.” Gibsie was crying as his mother ushered him back to where Mark and Keith were standing. “I am, Liz, I promise.” “Then tell them what you told my sister,” she begged, still on her hands and knees while my sister held her. “Tell them he killed my sister!”
