Frederick called me every day and tried to stay away so my parents wouldn’t get suspicious. I was desolate and took to playing music that I didn’t quite like just to cover up my feelings, and have something to hate and a reason to feel bad. I moped. I had nobody to talk to. I became obnoxious. Maggie said that wasn’t anything new.
The police came to talk to me about the attack. I told them everything I knew, but frankly, most of it was gone. I knew I’d known who the boys were, but I didn’t now. Not a clue.