you, Sidney, Stu, Billy, Tatum and Randy were all at the fountain, talking about the murder of Casey Baker the other night. There was supposedly only one killer, but you knew that one person couldn’t kill 17 people in one week. It was physically impossible.

While you were all talking, Billy knew this wasn’t your favourite topic, so pulled you on to his lap to comfort you. You felt safe with him. Like you were going to be okay as long as you had him.