I had heard the allegations, seen his face on the news, but once I saw his eyes, I knew I could not turn him in. Although all evidence pointed against it, I knew Stevie was innocent.
Some people may say that it was sheer fate that landed a so-called murderer in a ditch for a Catholic schoolgirl to find. Me? I say it was a miracle.

“Are you sure you come straight home?” Ma asked.
“Sure. I avoided her glare. I tried to walk along the edge of the ditch without walking in, everyday on the way to and from school. I was getting pretty good at it too.

In fact, if I hadn’t been doing that, I would have never seen Stevie. I practically fell on top of him, while teetering over the edge. “Hullo? You look familiar.” My mind had not yet made the connection between the ruthless murderer I’d seen on TV and the sad, dirty man before me.
“I’m Stevie Llewlyn, and I am not a murderer.” He speech was slurred, but not in a drunk way. It seemed like he talked like this all the time.
“I’m Louise. Call me Louie.”