My Best Friend Died and I Protected the Killer

After my good friend Rachel Morgan was dragged into a cornfield and raped, she killed herself. I protected the murderer.

She was my closest companion, the one who sat awake beside my bed when I was ill.

She was also the most loyal friend, the one who scratched at a bully's hand when a village kid tormented me.

And I destroyed the evidence.

Everything I did that night was hide a secret I could never reveal to anyone.

I was standing by the stove when Rachel's mother burst in.