Matt and Aaron headed inside, abandoning me in the parking lot behind Carly’s car. Her windows were tinted, making it hard to see inside and gauge if she was crying or wielding a gun. Hesitantly, I walked up to the driver’s door and rapped lightly on the window. After a moment that felt far too long, Carly rolled down the window. She didn’t look at me, but she was staring straight ahead, out the windshield, and her eyes were puffy and red.
“Get in,” she said. I hesitated, but only for a moment, because I was not entirely sure I could run fast enough to get away from Carly’s car if she wanted to run me over. So, without saying anything, I move around the car and slide into the passenger seat. Instead of driving me to the middle of nowhere for a quick body dump, she turned off the idling en
