She sat on the park bench as she had every day, her belly growing bigger and bigger. The bench had the perfect view of O'Malley's Mini Mart. The store was still open, the blood on the sidewalk had been washed away, the windows replaced, and people still shopped there. Jessica wanted to scream at them, "Don't you know what happened there? Don't you know that he took his last breath right there where you're standing?" Though she never did. She always sat there silently with teary eyes, just staring.

She told his parents that she was pregnant, but they wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. They had never liked her. Her shabby wardrobe and middle class parents weren't good enough for their son. Jessica was extremely smart, at the top of their class, but even that didn't impress them. And now, their son was dead, and they blamed her.

The day of Mark's funeral, Jessica walked in with her mother and father. Almost immediately, Mark's mother started screaming, "Get that whore out of here! It's her fault! All her fault!" and she collapsed in tears. Mark's brother, Wade, escorted Jess and her family out of the church and asked them not to come back.