1. Chapter One
He shuffles the papers and stares at me over his silver wire-rimmed glasses, and looks at me with a tired expression.
If he's tired, then I'm exhausted. We've been sitting in this room for an hour, and I have told him everything that I remember about that night.
It was dark then, and the snow was coming down hard, and I had been drinking.
I hear the pen scratching against the paper, but I don't look at him. Instead, I look at the floor, at the small ball of dust collecting there, and I step on it with the hell of my boot.
"Leah," he says calmly. "What happened next?"
I tell him what happened after. After the car slammed into the man's body. After it spun so much I thought it wouldn't stop. But then it did, and I could breathe.
I could breathe and I was alive.
I could breathe and I was alive and whole.
I look at my lawyer, my heart pounding in my chest, and whisper, "I didn't mean to kill him."