I stood over him, begging him to give me a reason not to kill him where he knelt.
I thought to seeing Celeste on the step through a fog of red, confessing her suspicions to me. Again, I felt the weight of certainty make my heart sink in knowing who took my daughter's life. Dave killed Katie. Dave, who had never been the same since the day he got into that car. Dave, who had never forgiven me for not getting in it with him. Dave, who now had to pay for what he did.
No Dave, I don't believe your BS story about killing a child molester outside of the bar, just like the ones who abused you.
Yes Dave, I want to hear you say why you killed my Katie. I'll spare your pathetic life if you just tell my why.
Sorry Dave, I lied. This is a matter of principle. An eye for an eye, you know?
After it was done, I was drawn to the place that changed my, Dave's, and Sean's lives forever. Gannon Street was deserted, and I could picture the three of us as kids, planning our attempt to jack a neighbor's car. I then thought about fate. How one thing can lead to another. What if it had been cold that day, and we were playing inside instead of on the street? Or if our dads had been sitting outside on the porch, watching us? Would things have been different? Would I be walking down this street with my daughter, rather than all alone?
Jimmy Marcus
