been invited. There were photos of other students as well.”
Other people had seen my picture. Steve. His comment about my nail polish echoed now.
“We deleted it this morning. Will you tell us who took the photo?” the officer asked.
No hesitation now, because to hell with him.
Neither of them seemed surprised when I named Bobby. Letting him take that photo was my decision, but I wasn’t going to cover up for him.
Agent Beaulieu thanked me, and told me that mom was on her way to pick me up.
As I waited, I relived that afternoon at Bobby’s house. I thought about his sister walking in on us. I realized I had seen her at school before. She and Simona were friends. My sister had known, and she had probably made her decision to tell Ms. Ducharme before she went to bed Saturday night. I heard screeching tires that was my brain trying to slow down.
When mom arrived, Agent Beaulieu informed us about sexting. The officer told me I could press charges against Bobby for posting the photo. He lied to me and tried to make it seem as