C130

DAMIEN

Nicho and I sat in the car parked outside Missy’s cottage house. Neither of us said a word.

We just stared ahead, the weight of what we were about to do sitting heavily between us.

I turned to look at Nicho. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

Nicho didn’t answer right away