I don’t know when it was that I first noticed Brianna. Well, that’s not true, of course, merely a rhetorical flourish: I know exactly when I first noticed her, since I sent three tweets about it, blogged about it within the hour, and surreptitiously took a picture of her with my iPhone. But it was a while ago now, you know, last summer even, and so much has happened since then. Makes it seem like a different lifetime sometimes, before the stalking and the phone calls and the surprising her at her parents’ lake cabin. I still wish she had just listened to me, just let me tell her how I felt. It was so hard figuring out what to do with her body, and I still worry sometimes someone will find it, and then people will know.