Her words were like a splash of icy water, but they were laced with a terrifying feeling. My father's grudging respect for her father was fragile at best. My mother's fear was always there. This... this would be the excuse they needed. The excuse she feared.
"No one will ever find out," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We'll get rid of the body. We'll clean up the scene. We'll say he went for a walk in the woods and never came back. People get lost in these mountains all the time. It's believable."
"No." I said, getting away from her. "I’m not going to do this. I refuse to be a part of this. I refuse to have the blood of an innocent boy in my hands. I refuse to help you cover up a crime."
"Liam, please. Please, I'm begging you. Help me. Save me. You said you loved me. Did you
