I MEAN, AFTER EVERYTHING, it’s a fucking piece of paper that makes me take Tabby Cousins’s side. Makes me want to laugh. It’s ridiculous, right?
The map Keegan brought with us the day we went into the woods. The one he said he just printed. He left it with me—I guess he got careless. Then I just so happened to notice the date at the bottom of the page, beside the website name. He printed it back in May.
I ended up giving the map to the police, but maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, because of all the stuff they found on his computer. And Kyla, Keegan’s ex-girlfriend or whatever, had plenty on him. I guess she had been stewing with it the whole time. You know the feeling—what it’s like to pretend something isn’t happening, or didn’t happen, because it’s easier that way.
I’m not even sure what all this means. Tabby was maybe doing something behind Mark’s back with Keegan. But she wasn’t doing anything behind my back with my boyfriend.
Here’s my truth—I just don’t think Tabby killed Mark anymore. I saw her as this threat the whole time, this shadow I was somehow eclipsed by, but it’s like when you look under your bed and realize there aren’t any monsters there after all, just some old socks. I guess that makes Tabby the old socks. I kind of feel sorry for her, because maybe she really did love Mark, and Keegan did something to him.
In fact, when Tabby gets found not guilty—and I’m pretty sure she will, because I’ve been watching the jury and I’m good at reading people—I might even ask her to hang out sometime. Maybe there really was a redheaded scout in the audience that night, and everything between us has been a huge misunderstanding. I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. I’m just that kind of girl.