Hannah
We drive in silence, he occasionally tells me where to turn. I didn’t have my phone, and I left without a jacket. James looks like he left without thinking much either.
The road is straight, almost empty. Dark.
The drizzle has gotten heavier. I open the window slightly - the air is heavy with the smell of wood. The rain mixes with the snow - the air is always weird when there's rain in winter.
The place is outside of town- there’s nothing here. I stop the car and James gets off, stepping directly into the pouring rain.
“James, wait!” I rush after him.
He turns to look at me, his hair dripping all over him. It’s freezing cold, and only a few steps are separating us.
“This is where they died,” he says. “This is where three people died because of me. “
He is speaking thro
