We headed over to Will’s. I don’t mind telling you, I was pretty nervous. What if Will was just playing along? Trying to keep me calm until the guys with the funny white jacket with the sleeves that do up in the back got there.

No, that wasn’t his style. If Will said he might be able to vindicate me, he meant it. He could BS with the best of them (he worked at a call center selling credit card protection, and was very good at his job), but he never tried to pull that on his friends. Well, except when it came to birthday parties.

He lived in a basement suite, so he told us to entertain ourselves, but quietly. As per usual with us, this meant Robert and I debating if we were playing games on the Wii, Xbox, or PS3 , and Jaime sitting down with her sketchpad. She never showed us what she drew at those times, so I’m pretty certain it was caricatures of us.

Twenty minutes later, Will came out of his room. He was pale as a ghost. All he said was, “I believe you. I don’t know how, but you’re telling the truth.”