I was interviewed by the police the next day.
My eyes were red.
My face was red.
My hair was a mess.
My life was a mess.
My heart was a mess.
"When did you find Mr. Lang?"
September fourteenth after school.
"When did you get off of school?"
Two thirty.
"Was he there that day?"
No, Grayson never went to school.
"Do you know why?"
I could've told them the truth.
I could've told them: yes, he was always depressed.
But he made me promise to never tell anyone he had depression.
No, I told the police, he was always happy.
After a few more questions they left.
Secrets were meant to be kept, I assured myself.
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