PROLOGUE

[CLAY]

Tony was going to drive me home. There was no question about it, especially after everything that happened tonight. We've been driving in silence for what feels like forever. I glance over; he has one arm draped over the steering wheel, the other is resting in his lap. I can't help but avoid his gaze. I can almost feel him turn his head a bit to look at me, as if he needs reassurance. I turn my head away from him in the least obvious way that I can manage. Tony doesn't say anything.

We're both staring straight ahead. Tony has both of our windows rolled down a bit, and the breeze hits my face, almost as if it's trying to wake me up from this horrible nightmare I'm living. Everything outside just looks so…normal: perfect sidewalks, perfect lawns, perfect houses, perfect lives. As if a girl hadn't just killed herself. As if a girl hadn't just killed herself because of me.