When she disappeared no one blamed me. Of course, why would they? Jeremy the blind boy couldn’t possibly have had anything to do with it. He can’t see. Once again, they were wrong.

Death isn’t pretty, but I’ve never seen it. Flowers are pretty, but I’ve never seen them. That is as clear as black and white. The gray comes in when they try to prove me guilty.

I don’t remember, nor do I care to remember, how they tied me to Kari Ann’s disappearance. Some rat somewhere in the school probably saw her walk off with me that day when I feigned the need for help. The sweet girl could never resist someone that needed her help. So I was hauled off to jail and my rights were read to me. Really the force wasn’t necessary. How did they expect one blind boy to escape the handcuffs and grasps of two sighted, armed police officers?