SIX MONTHS LATER...
(SHAWN)
"I can't believe he killed and harmed so many people! I'm just glad he's getting justice. But, it's also sad that a trauma can cause so much... destruction." Gus says.
I nod. Spotting my dad at one tables of the restaurant we were at, I pull ahead, my best friend following me.
"Hey dad!" I tell him. In the last few months we hadn't argued once (well, not anything real) and most of our issues were dropped or resolved for now.
"Hey Shawn, Gus. What are you guys doing here?" he asks.
"Gus and I were hungry and figured we'd pick up something from the BEST restaurant ever!" I explain.
"You know that's right!" Gus agrees. We fist bump.
"Have you been following Tyler's court case?" my dad asks randomly.
Gus and I share a look. "Not exactly. I trust justice is on our side." I say.
"So you don't know that there is so much evidence piled up against him, they will have no choice but to find him guilty. In the end he was quite sloppy. I mean, he still hasn't technically admitted to those four other times, but they found personal belongings of each of the victims in his house. That, and the bloody shirt, Gus, plus his fingerprints were lifted from that shovel he used. The one time he doesn't use gloves, and he picks up a shovel!" he concludes.
I think about it for a second. Ah, yes the shovel.
"That's good. Like I said, I trust he'll be properly punished. So, who wants some jerk chicken?" I ask.
As we order, I catch my dad looking at me. He understands why I'm not following the case. He also sees that none of us will ever be the same, forever changed. But, sometimes change is good.