sitting on his porch steps, the man shared his thoughts in an attempt to understand how it was possible that josiah, a friend he saw almost every day around sunnyvale, was able to do such a thing. he wouldn't believe he was capable of hurting his parents, but putting an end to his own life. it was just ---- strange to say the least.  “ we THINK we know people. ” he shook his head a few times. “ can’t believe he’s gone. ” 

“look i’ve told everyone a million times i don’t want to talk about it” Amanté said, outside his house. He’d been back and forth between the hospital and the police station all weekend. He was exhausted and finally one of the doctors convinced him to go home and rest. After promising to make sure someone called him if she woke up of course. “that includes the press, the cops, and you.” ​