Why was everyone making such a big deal out of this stupid fight. That’s all it was. A stupid fight.

The police didn’t make any sense at all. My mom usually didn’t freak out this much over things like this.

There was something about it that I didn’t know yet. “What is it?” I asked.

“Kelsie.. really hurt Phoebe.” She stared straight ahead. “If it really was Kelsie.”

“What do you mean? It was just a scar..”

“No.. you really were out for a while, weren’t you?” She looked over at me, as if to make completely sure I was all right. “Phoebe’s.. dead.”

I laughed, hard. So hard that I kind of snorted at the end. “I saw her when I woke up, Mom. She was okay.” I snorted a couple more times.

She stared at me again; we were at a red light. Furrowing her brow, she averted her stare to the street, shoving her hand against her face again. “I don’t know what you were seeing, Harvey.”

I stopped laughing. “I was out! How can they think that I did it?!”

“They have reasons…”