“Fun?” I shout, all the while laughing menacingly. “You expect me to have fun?” I turn my head, looking at him where he stands with a flashlight only a couple feet away. “This fucking psycho pushed my sister off a mountain. He’s preyed upon Sc, err…all of us for months. Hell, maybe even years. He’s been watching and waiting, and for all I know, he’s the one who killed…” I don’t let myself finish the sentence. I won’t allow my mind to go there again. Not right now. Not when I’m here and the answers are under my fingertips.
