And I have a feeling things are just going to get worse.
I try to slip into the library quietly, but as the door swings shut behind me, Jessica abruptly stops speaking. Everyone in the room turns to look at me.
“Oh, um, hi,” I stammer.
“Erika!” she exclaims in a flat voice. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yes, I… I’m sorry I’m late…”
Jessica’s ice blue eyes remain on my face. “No worries…”
I slip around a few of the other mothers （and one lone dad） to get to the only empty seat. Everyone in the room is staring at me. I thought nobody would be aware of Liam’s connection to Olivia, but it’s painfully obvious that’s not the case. Everybody knows. Maybe they don’t know the police were at our house tonight. Maybe they don’t know Liam was at Olivia’s house at two in the morning. But they know something.
Jessica clears her throat. “All right. Let’s go back to reviewing the minutes.”
I’ve always found PTA meetings to be a form of torture. Even though I love my kids, I just can’t bear going through the planning of events for them for the entire year. I’m fine with planning one event, like movie night, although I’d rather just be a minion handing out movie tickets or pizza on the night in question. But Jessica and I go way back. If she needs my help, I have no choice but to offer it.
“We still need more volunteers for the book fair,” Regina Knowles complains. “Nobody wants to do cleanup. And that’s when we need the most help.”
Yes, the eternal problem. Everybody wants to help out at the events, but nobody wants to be on the cleanup crew.
“I’m sure we can find somebody to help with cleanup,” Jessica says. Her eyes scan the room, as several women try to look in other directions. “Rachel? Maria? Will you help out?”
Rachel Richter and Maria Sheldon look absolutely unenthused at the idea of cleaning up after the book fair. I’ve done it before, and it’s an exhausting job to pack up all those books. We all know it. But Jessica stares them down, and they both nod an affirmative.
“Wonderful.” Jessica claps her hands together. “Now that we have book fair settled, let’s talk about movie night.” Finally. She looks over at Alicia Levine. “Alicia, I want to thank you so much for stepping up as chair of movie night.”
What?
“Happy to help, Jess,” Alicia says.
Is she joking with me? What’s going on here?
I clear my throat and say as delicately as possible, “I’m sorry, Jessica, but didn’t you ask me if I could be in charge of movie night?”
Jessica tucks an errant strand of blond hair behind her ear. “Yes, but I know how busy you are, Erika. And Alicia was so nice to step up. So… I’m letting you off the hook.”
The room has gone silent again as everyone stares at me and Jessica. What she said was a bald-faced lie. She asked me to be in charge of movie night. And she changed her mind about it when she found out about Olivia.
She could have at least given me the courtesy of telling me in advance, so I didn’t waste my time driving out here when my son needs me at home.
And now the silence is broken by the sound of people whispering. I don’t know what the hell they’re saying, but I can only imagine. I want to yell at them that if they’ve got something to say about my kid, they can say it to my face. But I don’t actually want that. I just want to go home.
I rise unsteadily to my feet. “I think maybe I’ll just take off then.”
“Feel free,” Jessica says. “I do appreciate you offering to pitch in though, Erika. Honestly.”
There have been times during my friendship with Jessica that I have wanted to slap her, but never so much as at this moment. But I’m capable of controlling my impulses. So I grab my purse and run out of the room before these women can see me cry.
Chapter 31
Police transcript of interview with Madison Hartman:
“How long have you been friends with Olivia Mercer?”
“Practically my whole life. We became friends the first day of kindergarten. We were wearing the same dress and we bonded over it.”
“So you’re very close with her?”
“Uh, yeah! We’re best friends.”
“Did Olivia ever give you any indication she might run away?”
“No. Never. Olivia would never run away. She wouldn’t do that to her parents.”
“Did she do drugs or alcohol?”