Caleb wasn't surprised when Megan showed up on his doorstep early on Sunday. The look in her eyes explained it all. Terror and anger and guilt overflowed in equal measures.
The moment she stepped inside, she asked, "Were you there the night Daniel died?"
This is it. This is the end. Suddenly, it wasn't terror he felt—it was an infinite sadness. Sadness because he'd dug his own grave, and there was no one to keep him from suffocating.
"Yes, I was," he replied.
Her mouth tightened. "Were you the one driving? Not Daniel?"
"Yes. It was me."
They stared at each other. Megan struggled to breathe, and when she seemed like she was about to collapse, Caleb went to catch her. But she lurched away like she couldn't bear his touch.
"Don't. I can't. You lied to me, and about something like this.
