...my right foot slipped on the accelerator. The engine revved, and the car shot forward. For half a second my eyes met Ash's. He was staring past me, through the windscreen. He began to yell something. Somehow I knew what it was. I wrenched my head round, foot stabbing for the brake. And there was the girl, right in front of us. Tara is heading home. Ryan is driving his mates. Neither of them is paying attention. The tragedy that follows changes many lives.