And the library stayed open till five. I bypassed my own home and went on to the school, which was only half a mile farther. It was absurd that I’d had to change to Southbridge when this one was so close. All to get away from Evan, and apparently it hadn’t worked. But the big plus, as Rhoda said, was that it saved my parents a huge stack of money. I had my own plus. If I hadn’t changed schools, I would never have met Hank. Thinking of Hank gave me a warm glow. At the same time, it made me feel wretched. If Evan had been the one who shot Hank, then I felt as if it was my fault. I knew Rhoda would say it was Evan’s fault. That was true. But I was the one who had inflicted Evan, not only on myself, but on everyone I cared about. When I first thought of Evan being a psychopath, I had looked them up on the Internet. There didn’t seem to be a lot of agreement on how they got that way. Some thought it was inborn. Others thought it was lack of love. I couldn’t get any answers from Rhoda, who treated people instead of studying them.
