I sobbed into Arlene's arms. Why had Newt and I walked down the road that night? There were plenty of other places we could've been at that moment.
But I knew that if we hadn't witnessed the murder, no one else would've. I had always believed there was a reason for everything, just as much as I believed God was waiting for me up in Heaven. I was meant to see it.
"Shh," Arlene did her best to calm me. I buried myself deeper in her arms. What would I do without her?
"It's going to be alright, Aiv. I'm right here," she whispered softly in my ears. I hugged her harder and cried some more, happy that she was comforting me but sad that she had a reason to.
I flopped back on my bed, gazing up at the ceiling, in a trance driven only by a feeling of hopelessness. What now? Where would I go? Who would I tell?
And the one question that would never be answered: why me?