I DON’T KNOW WHAT you expect me to say about the video, except I know Mark had a lot to drink that night. Not that I’m making excuses for the guy. I don’t know what happened between them because I wasn’t part of their relationship.
Here’s the thing. Even if he did that—if it was him in the video—did he deserve to die?
Everything starts to feel the same. Maybe Mark was sick of it. Maybe I get it. I’m at a party with Kyla right now and it’s like Groundhog Day, because it’s like every other party. Kyla wears too much perfume. She dances with a couple of her friends, then comes back to me and presses herself against me.
“Maybe we should go back to your place,” she says. I stiffen against her.
“Maybe we should get out of town,” I say. “Go somewhere else. Just get the hell out of here, you know.”
She pulls back. “What are you talking about, Keegan? Why would we get out of town?”
I focus on the pinch of her eyebrows, then laugh. “Just fucking around. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Now she’s staring at me like she doesn’t know me, and that much is true. She doesn’t. The only person who really did is gone now.