I shield my eyes from the headlights of your car as you pull over on the side of the road.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had to help me clean up, and I know it won’t be the last. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to be home, safe and sound, while I killed without you.

I didn’t want you involved in any of this.

You get out of the car, holding two shovels and a plastic tarp under your arm, and I smile, pulling the Ghostface mask off. “Ah, there’s my partner in crime!”