lated quickly. Eleanor was no lon

like this. What if he crashed his car? What if he's hurt somewh

had come over with

d in his calm, steady voice. "He's a young man. Maybe his pho

her body shaking. "His phone di

door. "I'm going to his apartment. Just t

ou," Eleanor said,

m offered. "You shouldn

rt, he was just a monster. But looking at Eleanor's terrified face, the words died in my throat. How could I do that to

in-slicked streets. The drive was tense and silent, the only sound the rhythmic thump of the windsh

As my dad parked our car, we saw Mark and Eleanor hurrying back to

ce breaking as my mom rolled down the w

said, his voice strained but determin

m back onto the main road. My dad was driving slowly, keeping a safe distance. I stared out t

eard my dad yell. Then came the deafening screech of tires on wet pavement. Mark, driving ahead of us, swerved h

echoed in the sudden, dead silence. My mom screamed. My dad slam

seatbelt before I even realized what I was doing, shoving the car door open. The rain was cold on my f

wing to that single, horrifying point of impact. My legs felt heavy, as if I were moving through water. The back of their car was comp