The Secret of the Rooftop

Summary

At our high school reunion, the class president was drunk off his ass.

He suddenly leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper:

"Let me tell you guys a secret. Holly didn't kill herself back then. I saw someone push her off the roof with my own eyes."

My heart skipped a beat.

Instinctively, I looked across the table at my old desk mate.

He was looking right back at me.

In that split second of eye contact, we saw the same unspeakable terror reflected in each other.

Because we were the ones who pushed Holly off that roof.