The only truth about that night is we were all there. The problem is none of us will admit it.
When we were in high school, we were attacked one night on our way home from a basketball game. A homeless man came out of nowhere and yanked Seth into some bushes. We tried to help, but the man was strong and wouldn’t let go. I kept a blade in my backpack.
Next thing I knew, the man lay in a pool of blood.
We ran and hid the knife in a tree trunk.
Never spoke about that night since.
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