But Wilbur was into telling his story now. “Then I saw he was right here in town,” Wilbur went on. “And I thought I’d come find him. See if she might be here, too.”
“She’s not,” Jack said, just to confirm.
“But then I saw the picture of Jack smooching his new girlfriend. I mean, really going at it. Like, ‘Get a room!’ You saw that picture—amirite?”
“We saw it,” Jack and I said, in unison.
“And I thought,” Wilbur went on, “I’ve gotta put a stop to that.”
“Why was that again, Wilbur?” I asked.
Wilbur frowned at me, like it was so obvious. “So it wouldn’t hurt Lacey’s feelings.”
“You threatened to kill Jack’s new girlfriend to free him up so your wife could have him?”
Wilbur nodded, looking proud. “The things we do for love, right?”
“Nope. That’s not—” I started.
“The death threats were you?” Jack asked then. “We thought it was a middle-aged corgi breeder.”
Wilbur tapped his head with the gun to gesture at his brains. “I copied her style. To throw everybody off.”
“It worked,” Jack said.
But Wilbur kept going. “Only I didn’t want to kill the girlfriend. Just scare her so bad she’d leave him.”
“Just terrorize her into ending the relationship,” I offered.
“Exactly,” Wilbur said. “But it didn’t work. And now I’m a mess. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I’m so alone all the time. And I just … can’t take it anymore.”
Then, just as I was trying to figure out how to make it to Wilbur before Wilbur shot Jack, Wilbur said, “So that’s The Destroyer’s punishment. He has to watch me die.”
At that, Wilbur lifted his arm and brought the muzzle of the gun to his own head.
He wasn’t here to kill Jack. Or me.
He was here to kill himself.
I had some experience with hostage negotiations, but this was not, suddenly, a hostage situation anymore. Not like I’d been expecting, anyway. I didn’t have a manual, or a playbook, or any idea what would work.
I just had to go on instinct.
“Wilbur,” I said. “I need you to put down the gun.”
Wilbur shifted his gaze from me to Jack to see if he agreed. Jack nodded and said, “She’s right.”
I took a step closer. “I know you feel alone right now, Wilbur,” I said. “But you’re not alone. Jack and I are with you. We want you to be okay.”
I kept going, thinking my best shot was to say something true, and so I grabbed for the first thing I thought of—even though it had nothing to do with his story.
Though later I’d wonder if maybe it did.
“On my eighth birthday,” I said then, “my mother’s boyfriend beat her up so badly, I thought she was dead. I hid in a closet all night.”
Wilbur looked at me.
“It was a bad night. It was the worst night of my life. As it was happening, it felt like it would never end. But it did end. And now it’s a distant memory. Do you see what I’m saying?”
Wilbur shook his head.
“Terrible things happen. But we can get through them, Wilbur. And more than that … we can be better on the other side.”
Wilbur considered that.
Then he used the muzzle of the pistol to scratch an itch on his head.
I kept pushing. “You can’t control the world—or other people. You can’t make them love you, either. They will or they won’t, and that’s the truth. But what you can do is decide who you want to be in the face of it all. Do you want to be a person who helps—or hurts? Do you want to be a person who burns with anger—or shines with compassion? Do you want to be hopeful or hopeless? Give up or keep going? Live or die?”
Then Wilbur said something that pierced all the adrenaline of the moment and kind of broke my heart. “I just want my Lacey back,” Wilbur said.
“I know,” I said. “That could happen. That could still happen. But it can’t happen if you’re not here.”
Wilbur frowned, like he hadn’t thought of that.
“Your life is important, Wilbur,” I said. “The world needs more painted birdhouses.”
“But who am I making them for without her?”
“Make them for the birds! Make them for all the people who’ll be delighted to see them. Make them for yourself.”
There were tears on Wilbur’s face. And then he said something I still think about to this day. He said, in a voice that sounded genuinely weary, “I just hate myself so much for not being loved.”