Hughie Biggs

Claire spoke. “It wasn’t Caoimhe. It was Gibsie.” I froze. I looked at my best friend, and I saw it all: the pain, the shame, the truth no one had wanted to see. Lizzie was screaming, denying, crying. But I couldn’t hear her. Gibsie was shaking. God, I had left him alone. I, who was supposed to be there. The world was falling apart, but he had been carrying it on his shoulders for years. And now we all knew it. And no one knew what to do.