( Esther's Point of View)
The car didn't stop.
Elliot's hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw was locked, and his eyes were fixed on the road as if something terrible would happen if he blinked too long. Streetlights flashed over us, one after the other, bright then gone, bright then gone, as if time was moving too fast for my heart to keep up.
I still had my phone in my hand.
The picture of Matthew stayed on the screen.
Two guys. Close. Too close.
It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my chest and never came back.
I said, "Turn around."
Elliot didn't answer right away.
"Elliot," I said louder. "Turn the car around."
He let out a sharp breath. "If we go back now, they'll get both of you."
I shook my head hard, and tears fell. "I don't care."
"That's the problem," he
