“There was an accident. He lost control of the wheel and was crushed when the car landed on its side.” Broken glass, that look of outright terror, the sound that only metal can make when it fails.
“You were driving?” Nicolae asked quietly.
Dustin shook his head. He swallowed hard. “Dad was driving.”
“Then—”Another angry head shake and Dustin fisted his hands. “We were arguing. And it was raining. Hard, like…fucking hard. I should have kept my mouth shut. I shouldn’t have distracted him.”
“Dustin, you can’t control the rain.”