My name is Aaron Evans, and some time ago I was the reason twenty people lost their lives. I am writing this in part to confess to the world what I’ve done and to describe to everyone the horrific yet eye-opening experience that brought me to this point. Let me
My name is Andrew Erics. I used to live in a city you probably heard of called New York. My mother is Terrie Erics—Teresa, really. She’s in the phone book under “E”—if they even have those things any more. Maybe you can just Google her. I don’t know. If you
Fucking perfect, I thought as the storm released sheets of rain over the canopy that spilledonto the walkway. Lightning lit up the sky in a brilliant stitch of fire followed by a powerfulbellow. I was leaning against one of the tapered columns with my shoulder bag anchored over my shoulder.
