I was devastated.
Part of me didn't believe it, but part of me also knew that it was true.
I flew down to see Patrick. I visited him in jail.
And he told me that it was true. That he had killed someone.
And he didn't want to talk more about it.
I asked him what had happened with school and he said that he had dropped out the year after I left.
And then he wanted to tell me something else.
He looked down and he said that he had had a baby daughter who was just born.
And he felt like he had let her down.
That was it, our conversation was rushed and awkward.