To my shock, his eyes go shiny with tears. He nods even more vigorously. “I am. I am tired, but that doesn’t change this. I know what’s happening here.”

I try to don a look of pure camaraderie. “Look, let’s get my laptop so we can charge a phone and get the hell out of here. Let’s get home, okay?”

He’s not moving, and I’m done waiting. I edge closer and drag my bag out. Brecken watches on with hooded eyes. Harper opens the back door and the alarm sounds, a familiar ding-ding-ding in the quiet. I catch her eyes and shoot her an I-am-not-okay look.

Her brow is furrowed with worry when she stands. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s fine,” I say, though I don’t know why.

“It’s not fine,” Brecken says, closing the trunk and moving close to us so he can drop his voice. “I think Josh is trying to frame me for all this. I think he’s behind all of this.”

“Behind what?” Harper asks.

“All of it!” Brecken rails at her like I’m not here anymore. Like he’s not repeating what he just told me. “Hitting that asshole. Driving away from the station. He wanted us to come up here. He suggested I-80. He’s planning something!”

“You both suggested I-80, and you were driving when the boy was hit,” Harper says, her voice calm and steady. No, it’s more than that. She sounds clinical, like the doctors who dealt out the details of Phoebe’s prognosis. “It’s normal for us to look for someone to blame for all of this, but that doesn’t mean someone is guilty.”

“We have to leave Josh here,” he says, ignoring her. “We can’t risk it.”

“What are you talking about? We’re not leaving him,” I say. What I don’t say is that Josh suggested the same damn thing about him. And I’m beginning to think it was a good idea.

“He can’t be in this car!” Brecken says. “We don’t know what he’ll do.”

“Probably read some more,” I mutter.

Harper sighs. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this. We can’t keep tearing into each other. This weather—these roads. This is an emergency. We have to work together to stay safe.”

“No. Not with Josh. He’s dangerous,” Brecken says.

“Well, Josh thinks you’re dangerous,” Harper says. “And I think Kayla is dangerous. I’ll bet Mira has her ideas. Maybe we’re all just at the end of our rope and looking for somewhere to point a finger.”

Brecken ignores her. “All of these things that are happening—someone is behind them. You have to see that.”

“Are you so sure?” Harper says.