Everyone was in some stage of shock. We had whole days set aside to talk about our feelings if we wanted to. Jeremy was charged with about half a dozen crimes, but none of them were filed by me. Though Brad, my mom, Tyler, and just about everyone who talked to me tried to convince me otherwise, I refused to say one word against Jeremy and what he had done. I told Jennifer’s dad he was sick and that he needed help, but I don’t think he was in any mood to listen, since all of a sudden the real world had come to Foster. Brad was never more than three feet from me the entire time. The only time he left was to go home and sleep and when I forced him to go finish the baseball season. The team had made it to the playoffs, and there was no way they had a chance without him playing. At first he said he didn’t care, he wanted to stay with me. It was sweet, but I wanted him to play. He had already given up on A&M, and though we hadn’t said anything yet, it was pretty clear he wanted to come to California with me.
