Rachel let him lead her the rest of the way to his house. She didn't know if she could hurt anyone, but she knew she'd wanted to hurt her father when he was trying to calm her down on Sunday night. They were probably both lucky that he was stronger than she was, and the will to hurt him had drained pretty fast. She didn't think she was capable of driving her family into a river, not that she had much family left any more. That sort of thing seemed pretty calculating.

Although she could be calculating sometimes, couldn't she? Rachel remembered sneaking into the emergency kits to borrow the credit card, and setting up her secret second phone with fake profiles, and all the little things she'd done over the years to steal alcohol from her father.

Rachel frowned as they walked up toward his house. "I don't even know who I am sometimes, don't know if I'd hurt anyone else or not."