I turn to look at Nate.
There's no tint of judgement in his eyes. That's enough to make me tell him the whole story. I know that he won't judge me for it.
"So we're both murderers?" He giggles. "And we somehow got away with it. We are two lucky motherfùckers, don't you think?"
"What you did was heroic." I frown. "What I did was horrible. It still haunts me."
Nate stops making the silly jokes when my face turns into a stern frown. I guess that's when he grasps the magnitude of the situation.
"What happened?" He asks softly.
"My parents had just bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday." I start. "A brand new big jeep. The next month, Brandon said that we should go on a little road trip. You know, test the tires. I thought it was a great idea. My car had never tasted a long distance b
