No one had expected the Facebook post, yet just minutes after it appeared everyone had seen it and they all had something to say. That’s the way things were in our community. Good news travels fast, but bad news? Usain Bolt had nothing on scandal in Severn Oaks.
The first post didn’t name names, but in a way, I suppose that was worse. Everyone knew who they were talking about, but those six had to front it out, pretend they had no idea it was them, and wait. Wait for the next episode, wait to see if they would be named as a murder suspect by that pitchy, nasal voice. A suspect in my murder, as it happens. Because although I’d love to say that reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated, the fall was unfortunately the end of the story for me. But for the Severn Oaks Six, as they would later become known, it was only the beginning.
Every story has to have a hero. And that hero has to want something.
Well, this is my story . . . so what do I want?
I want everybody to know the truth.
Because someone is lying.