It seemed like the entire town had come unhinged. After the arrest of Nash's father for the brutal murders of five high schoolers, nobody was the same. Everybody looked at people differently. Almost like nobody could be trusted. The deaths were still fresh on everyone's mind.

The pain was still raw.

That didn't matter. You were still there for Nash, you always had been and always would be. It didn't nagger that your parents would be furious if they found out where you were going. You would deal with that later, if you had too.

Walking up the steps to Nash's house, you stuffed your phone in the pocket of your jacket. Knocking on the door, you waited.

"You shouldn't have come," Nash said hoarsely as he finally opened the door.