*Claire*
I really feel like I am in a stakeout again. The car seats are leaned way back so I can just peer over the door through the window.
My heart pounds in my chest nervously. We only just sat down five or so minutes ago, and Nathaniel and I are sitting in silence.
I know I need to say something first, but I feel tongue-tied. I want to apologize, and I certainly did my fair share when I was young, but, I never really know how to begin that kind of conversation.
I can see Nathaniel out of the corner of my eye. His hawk-like eyes are still trained on the place where the man is lying on the ground. I figure he is keeping track of how much time passes before the ambulance arrives.
I start to think of a good way to broach the subject when Nathaniel's voice startles me, making me ju
