3 THE HEADLESS WOMAN’S WOODS
“Was it worth it?”
I didn’t want this conversation, not in the slightest.
Christ, Carl was supposed to be my best friend, and he wasn’t supposed to know about what he obviously knew. Feeling like dog s**t would only come later, because at that moment I was too scared to feel remorse.
Carl took one last drag and then flicked what was left of his cigarette into the campfire between us. This time he demanded, “Was it, Jake? Was screwing Becky worth it?”
The brusqueness with which Carl broached the subject caught me off-guard and the immediate fear held me speechless. I wasn’t intentionally playing dumb, but I’ll bet I sure looked it.
Despite Carl’s tone and entire demeanor indicating his knowledge was complete and there was no way for me to weasel out of thi
