The first time I left the city with Daniel it was an exciting adventure - we were running away together on a romantic trip.
This time we were getting out of the city to dispose of his brother’s body, and it was significantly less thrilling.
I couldn’t let him go alone, but I didn’t even know where we were going when I got into the car with him.
He had dumped the body in the trunk of the Corvette, but the smell was overwhelming, and it was a good job it was so hot because we had to have the windows down and it would definitely have been suspicious if we were doing this in the middle of the winter.
I didn’t ask where he was taking us - this felt so clandestine that I was afraid he would be upset with me if I questioned him, and he seemed to be lost in thought, anyway.
I thought I recog
