They said she killed herself. Everyone was saying it.
What started out as a rumor, quietly whispered among small gatherings of polite people, quickly grew into something that was openly discussed in large gatherings of impolite people. I was so sick of hearing them talk about it.
They questioned me. Over and over again, trying to find out if I knew what had happened. But my answers didn’t change. Yet it never failed—someone else would ask, as if one day my reply would suddenly be different.
I didn’t know, but I should have … and I’ve been haunted ever since.
© 2009 Jessica Miller