This story is about an issue of conscience.

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening when my best friend Sarah's boyfriend Matthew was driving her home from their date. The evening had been perfect. He took her to Galveston Island, prepared a romantic picnic dinner for two on the beach, and walked hand in hand with her, up and down the shoreline, gazing at the stars. Sarah was utterly head over heals for Matthew. She was in love, and wanted to spend …

…to Matthew. Sarah decided that she'd rather not know. We do know however that he did serve a sentence in jail, but for how long, or if he's still there, we don't know. There is a restraining order against him, so Sarah never has to see him again. My relationship with Sarah has grown so much since this terrible crime occurred, and we will only grow closer and closer throughout the rest of our lives.