Chapter Ninety-Seven: Over George's Dead Body

"That does not make any sense. I know what I saw." My dad bellows, his face hard as stone. My mom shifts uncomfortably in her seat, fiddling with her hands in her lap while she steals unsure glances in my dad's direction.

"What is it you saw exactly? The body was quite literally burnt to a crisp by the time you got to the car. You were 5.2 seconds ahead of me. You turned a corner, and I didn't." his shoulder lifts in nonchalance, the grief resettling in the lines of his face.

"So, what? Someone else died in your place?" Katherine asks, flabbergasted.

"Yes." He admits. Anthony sucks his teeth next to me, my dad cursing across the room. Nothing makes sense. The buzzing in my head intensifies, my heart beating erratically.

Oddly, I start to laugh, thrown aback by the bizarreness of the whole situation. "This is not a movie. These things don't happen in real life, we're not living in a WebNovel book."