“Shut up, you idiot,” Edmund said.

“Yeah, you’re right, Robert,” Pru said. “But you didn’t exactly stop him driving, did you? You were happy to let him drive when you just wanted to get home.”

“We’re all in this together,” Rachel said.

“Yes,” Robert said, rounding on Edmund, “but some of us are more in it than others.”

Tim stepped between them and shoved Robert away. “We can’t start turning on each other. We all wanted Ed to drive us, which means we all...have blood on our hands. What we need to think about is how we want this to play out. Do we really want this to be the end? Because it will be. This will be the end for all of us. Whatever our hopes, whatever our dreams, none of that matters anymore. Because a woman thought it was wise to walk on a narrow country road without any light or distinction as to where she was placed. You understand?”

Rachel nodded. But she seemed the only one who got it.

“What the hell are you talking about, Tim?” Pru said, throwing her hands toward the woman on the ground. She wasn’t a person anymore; she was a dead body. “Don’t you understand the shit that’s coming out of your mouth? This is serious.”

Tim looked around at her. “I know it’s serious. And I promise you I’m meeting it with an equal amount of sincerity.”

“Sincerity,” Robert said, “or insanity?”

Tim wheeled around to him. “I’ve found that sometimes they’re the same thing.”

Edmund stepped forward to meet Tim. “Tim, I understand what you’re trying to say, but this happened. And we’re not criminals—at least not deliberate ones. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I don’t think we can ignore this—I can’t ignore this. I killed that woman, and that’s going to be with me forever. I have to turn myself in, and I have to face the consequences. And even then, I don’t know how I’m going to live with myself.”

Tim looked at them all in turn, stopping on Rachel. Rachel went to Edmund and took him aside. Tim gathered the other two together and started talking in a hushed tone that Edmund couldn’t hear.

Rachel hugged him tight. And Edmund thought he could live within that embrace forever. But it was over all too soon. “Ed,” she said, keeping hold of his arms so they were still close. “You’re one of the kindest and softest people I’ve ever met. You’re not a killer. What happened here was an accident—a phenomenally tragic accident. But is it really worth ruining our lives over?”