Don’t you throw that up in my face! Jenna said.
But it’s your fault.
It’s like this. Jenna sighed. I forgot to pull the emergency brake, and…
And the car rolled with Sara in it, and now she’s…
Dead. You can say it, Jenna said. Sara’s dead! And it’s my fault.
Is that what you want to hear? Jenna screamed.
It was snowing, I said.
And icy. I nodded. You still should have checked twice. Something.
Unbelievable. Jenna folded her arms, giving me an unrelenting stare.
What am I doing? I said. I shouldn’t be blaming you.
Because I cut the brakes.
So, you killed Sara? So you killed Sara!