They got to Liam's house in Kelvin's Range Rover, the SUV pulling up at the entrance of his street where the asphalt started to crack and the streetlights flickered more than they stayed on.
Liam unbuckled his seatbelt but didn't move to leave yet. He turned to Kelvin, studying his friend's face in the dim glow from the dashboard. "Are you good?"
Kelvin let out a laugh, but it sounded hollow, like something scraped out from the bottom of a barrel. "After everything I saw tonight?" He shook his head slowly. "Man, would you even believe me if I said yes?"
Liam's mouth curved into a smirk. "Maybe not."
"Yeah." Kelvin gripped the steering wheel even though the car was in park, his knuckles going pale. "I need to go home and just... take all this in first. Process it, you know? Because right now my brain feels like someone put it in a blender."
Liam nodded.
That made sense.
