A Wolf in Our Midst
Mine is a sad story. Best described as a cautionary tale, it is a warning of what can happen when we close our eyes and ignore what is happening around us.
As for answers, I have only some. Much of the story still remains a mystery to me; perhaps when the trials begin, it will all become clear.
Yes, I made mistakes, but they were of the type we all can make. I do not believe I committed any crimes. I loved my wife and my son, and I did my best to provide for them. After Jenny and I separated, I committed adultery, and I am ashamed. There were times when I remained quiet when I should have spoken up. But perhaps my biggest failing was that I was lazy: too often taking the easy route to get from here to there.
My name is Jack Parr. I was a lawyer; Danny was my most important client. He was my friend too — perhaps my only friend. My wife worshipped him after he tried to save her dad's life. He was part of the family.
And then they discovered the body — that poor woman mutilated beyond recognition — and our whole world unravelled.
I am not a believer, but sometimes, in the darkest part of my night, I beg him to tell me why he did this to me. “Dear God,” I want to scream. “What did I do to deserve this?” But so far, I have received no reply and know that I never will.
And sometimes, my thoughts have turned to suicide — the ultimate salve for the untreatable wound — but I am neither that cowardly nor that brave. Instead, I will tell my story and others can be my judge.
In A Wolf in Our Midst, Jack Parr tells his story. Complex and character-driven, it addresses such themes as trust and betrayal, bereavement, friendship and misogyny. A modern-day tragedy, it takes place in ever-beautiful, British Columbia.