“You still want to go to the arcade?” he asked as he started the car and put it in gear.

“Not really,” I sighed and eased into Bethany’s shoulder. “Do you mind if we just go home?”

Mark drove us onto the highway while Bethany played with my hair. We had been on the road for about an hour when she whispered, “You okay?”

My BFF knew me, inside and out. “I’m kinda freaked out, to be honest.”

Mark’s bruised knuckles paled as he twisted his grip on the steering wheel.

“Are you okay, Mark?” I asked.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing his death...