You were the shy, quiet and innocent girl at school. Carter was your brother’s bestfriend. He was 20 while you were 17.

Your brother, Adam, asked Carter to pick you up after school, since it was winter and already dark outside.

The car was silent, the snow fallibility. Carter was driving with one hand, his other hand on his lap, his sleeves rolled up showing his veiny arms and his tattoos. When the car hits a bump in the road, you grabbed his arm by reflex, sending shivers down his spine