We drove for a little while with me blaring out chick music. Tristan moaned, but I just reminded him that it was my birthday after all. He rolled his eyes, but soon quit complaining about it.

“Take a left here,” he said while pointing to a turning just in front of us.

“Huh? Why, what's up there?” I asked, but did as I was told and turned onto the dirt road.

“You'll see. Just keep driving until I say stop. Okay?” He glanced out of the window for a while before saying,

“Stop. We're here.”

I slammed my foot on the break and looked out of the window. We were...