“We were driving down our street and we could see all kinds of emergency equipment in at the end of the court. We couldn’t figure out what was going on. When we got near our house, the police didn’t want us to go all the way down. Paul told them that we lived at 120 and they let us through. When we got out of the van, Lori, our neighbor walked up crying and told us that Kendall had drowned in the Valencia’s pool. I just can’t believe it; she was only eight!” “Who is Kendall?” I asked.
My parents sat with Jack and me and he told us what he saw. "There were a bunch of trucks and lights flashing everywhere. Everyone was crying. I knew Kendall, Mom; she played on the street with us,” he said. I gave him a hug and asked him if he wanted some tea. He was okay but it had rocked him. “I can’t believe she’s dead, Mom,” he kept repeating. “I know, Jack, I’m here; it’s going to be okay.” I said.