A LITTLE SATELLITE

I think I know why he picked me: I was a good victim. Quiet, didn’t know anyone. Hadn’t made any strong friendships yet. Jesse was warm and loud and had people around him all the time, but I'm a little satellite, orbiting on my own a short distance away. Don't want to be too close, don’t want to be around too many people. Always a good bit of physical and emotional distance between me and anyone else. No one noticed Ryan paying attention to me, the way a predator circles a flock and scopes out a weak one. No one noticed him planning to pick me off.