A breeze floated by. I blinked. Tried to pull myself out of my thoughts. I needed to stop thinking about the murder. The gun. The blood. But how could I when they wouldn’t let go of my mind? That guy I saw pointing at me wasn’t real. It was just my imagination. Auntie Jenna and Cole laughed. At Sean no doubt. Andie tried to lick sticky, half-frozen strawberry jelly off of her hands and face. Mom sat reorganizing the lunch boxes. Andie giggled. When had she become so happy-go-lucky? Oh, wait. She’d always been that way. I was the one who changed. “Mom, how much jelly did you put on this thing?” Auntie Jenna shrugged and pointed to Mom. “Anesia made the ones with strawberry jelly. I made the blackberry.” “Oh, so you’re the culprit!” Andie pointed her half-eaten sandwich in Mom’s direction. She winked.
