Original Work
A picture of me at Chuck E. Cheese appears on Court TV. I’m the one thread connecting Kathleen to Becca and Erin. Was I really sleepwalking in day clothes? How did I find her body, when the police can’t? What exactly do I know?
A locust swarm of shutters clicks around us. Dad eases the car out of the driveway, parting the sea of black-clad bodies and camera eyes. Flashbulbs blind me. We inch past the garishly-painted media vans hogging Blackwood Drive.
Dad comes to a stop at the bottom of the hill. A van pulls up alongside us, a camera pointed out its front window.
“Go,” I say, slumping in my seat.
“This is a stop sign, Amy, I have to—”
“Please.”
The locust retinue follows us from Woodacre to Forest Knolls, where we’re greeted by an even bigger crowd. Voices, muddled b
