“Lilly’s still alive," John said grimly. "I did the right thing.”

“Shit,” John muttered as his shaking fingers fumbled the cigarette.

Lilly’s normally bubbly smile was gone, erased with pale shock. “What are we going to do?”

“I told you we shouldn’t have picked him up,” groaned Sid.

Steph glared at him. “Now is not the time for that…”

“I’m just saying,” Sid deflected. “If you had listened, we would be back on the road instead of… here.”

Lilly started crying again. Steph pulled her close, wrapping the blanket ever tighter. “How can you even think of California right now? We need to call the police.”

“And tell them what?” Sid countered. “Why would they believe us? I’m not going to jail for this asshole.”

“But he attacked us!” sobbed Lilly.

“Tell that to a jury. And even if we get off, we’ll go bankrupt with the legal bills,” Sid said bitterly.

“Enough.” John said, flicking his cigarette butt into the campfire. “Sid is right. We cannot go to the police with this.”

“Aren’t you the one always telling us we need to do the right thing?” parried Steph.

“Lilly’s still alive," John said grimly. "I did the right thing.”

“He’s dead!” Steph nearly yelled, pointing at the body.

“Because of his own actions. It was in our hearts to help him and it was in his heart to hurt us. Simple as that.”

There was no response.

“So we’re in agreement?”

Heads slowly nodded.

“Alright. I have a shovel with the camping gear. I’m gonna need another cigarette first though.”