Chapter 15June 27th
“I want to go home,” I croaked, my throat tightening with tears again. How could I walk across that stage knowing that my best friends would never be able to do the same? How could I make my speech without them there to hear it? “I want to go home right now.”
“In a little while,” the police officer with the notebook said. “We’re not done here yet.”
“Yes, we are,” I said decisively, shrugging off my father’s grip with some difficulty. I scrambled out of the bed, feeling wild and reckless. “We are done. I don’t know anything.”
I felt shaky once I was standing on my own two feet again, but sitting back down on the bed would be like admitting defeat. “I don’t know anything else, so why don’t you go do your jobs and find the man who murdered my friends!”
I was on the ed
