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“They’re thinking the crash wasn’t an accident.”
Teachers are something called mandated reporters. If they see a kid coming in with bruises and cuts that aren’t natural, they are legally obligated to alert the authorities. Authorities like me.
wasn’t legally culpable in that family’s demise. But legality didn’t enter into the inner sanctum where things held true sway. Those 2:00 a.m. thoughts and the sharp edges of guilt weren’t admissible in court, but they were a prison all their own. He wouldn’t want to hear it, but we are all responsible in one way or another.
“Andrea,” she said, and found me with her drug-lacquered gaze one last time before drifting away. “Andrea
could keep our attention focused on her, we wouldn’t notice the words.
Andrea did it. Andrea crashed the plane. Andrea, the punk, the troubled child, the battered girl who refused to ever be hurt again, so she hurt others. She’d crashed the plane. I’d wanted to put myself at ease
You can go home. Not all is lost. This family’s tragedy isn’t your fault. You have your own tragedy; you don’t need theirs too. Just walk away.
amniotic
I needed to know if someone was still in my goddamned house. Now he
“It comes down to help,” I said. “A lot of people like to pretend they never needed help, never got it, but that’s bullshit. Almost no one gets anywhere without help. And it’s the first thing people forget once they get where they’re going.”
Yes, four. I don’t know why Andrea did what she did, and maybe I’ll never know, but what I won’t do is hold hatred in my heart for her. She was a tortured young woman who did something monstrous, but she was suffering too. And now she’s gone.
think he’s the one who’s been following me and broke in.”
“There’s a concern Justin was abusing prescription drugs.”

