this morning #1631.
this morning, when dad offered to give me a ride to school, i decided to take him up on the offer. wanted to have a chance to chat with him one on one about what went down last night. i was willing to keep my friend’s secret when it was just about some random gun that he’d buried in the woods behind our school. now that i knew there was a death tied to that gun, i knew i had to tell someone. couldn’t hold onto that truth no matter what i said i’d do. though dad’s made many dubious decisions since my brother died, i still trust his judgment. part of me hopes he’ll say to keep quiet. put it all behind us. on the other hand, i wouldn’t mind if, instead of driving me to school, he drives to the police station. could go either way.