RAVEN:
We ask the driver to leave, and he drives us away from the cemetery. I don't look back or try to seek permission from Dante. For the first time, I don’t care what he thinks, because I cannot stand the pretense on his face.
A part of me imagines him murdering me in cold blood and playing the grieving husband. People might think it is impossible, but at this rate, I cannot tell where he draws the line.
“Stop at the nearest convenience store,” Tamara tells the driver in a shaky voice.
The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror, checking for my approval. I nod at him, and he changes course, finding the nearest convenience store.
He pulls into a gas station, which offers us more life, given we are coming from a graveyard. We walk through the aisles in our funeral clothes, which
