On the drive back home I thought about only two things: one was the entire murder, and the second was what the hell was Nina doing at the party.
I was in denial, trying to wash off dirty thoughts from my brain because they simply weren't possible but at the same time, they were. I rested my elbow at the door of the car, placing my face in my hand as the thoughts rummaged through my head.
I could barely think straight, the thought of me being involved with the police, or even worse, part of the suspects is now my best friend who wasn't meant to be at said party anyway.
That's only going to worsen her case and cause a big scene, if it wouldn't even reward her with some jail time. I tried my best not to think about it much and occupy my head with better things, tricking myself into being i
