When the Song Ended, the Truth Began
As the final note faded, he stepped down, breathless, and lifted his hands. Several people rushed forward, ready to drag him out. Instead, he bowed and spoke calmly into the mic.
“I know how this looks,” he said. “My name is Daniel. Eli’s been my best friend since we were nine. I’d never disrespect him. I just did exactly what he asked.”
From his coat, Daniel pulled a worn envelope marked in familiar handwriting:
“To be opened graveside. Daniel only.”
Beneath it, a crooked smiley face wearing sunglasses.
