Project Diary: "you're 18, it's summer, you graduated"

Even that night that K didn’t come home -- that early August night in 2000 -- when you hear his sister describe it, you realize how unremarkable things seemed: it was summertime, she says, so that’s why it wasn’t a school night that he didn’t come home; it was summertime. You know, you’re 18, summer, and you graduated, so nobody can really technically say you gotta be in the house. You may have a girlfriend or been to a friend’s house or went to a party or something...