On December 18, 1915, Louis P. Beauregard was delivering a message from his father in Asbury Pak, NJ, to the nearby town of Allenhurst. While on his bike, he was accosted by some boys and an unbelievable tragedy occurred. I only knew about Louis through three photographs which were stored in an old chest which belonged to my grandmother. I never heard any family member mention Louis although his oldest sister Martha was my grandmother and my three great uncles his brothers. After years of research, I put together what life was like for the Beauregard family through the photos and newspaper articles from the early 1900’s which were full of information before, during and after the tragic event. One question remained: who was responsible for tragic death of my long forgotten great uncle? After more research an answer came. Charles White of Asbury Park came forward two weeks after Louis died. Charles White was 12 years old. The story begins in 1978 out in West Texas where Charles White, now an old man, is for all intents and purposes, on his death bed. He has never revealed what transpired that Saturday, December 18, which has cast a long shadow over every aspect of his life. Through the patient, caring manner of a nurse, his life and the events of that day are slowly drawn out, allowing him the space he needs to come to terms with what he did, and in the process, confront the guilt and remorse that have followed him all his life head on. One more thing, I meet the nurse more than 40 years later and hear the story of what happened that day at Loch Arbour.