"We burned it," Connor said with a shrug, disconnected from the words he was saying because he had to be or he was going to be sobbing all over again. "It's gone. We almost got caught with it a couple times. This guy Asher in our class came to Annalise's house looking for us, and my car was there. It puts me at least at the scene of the crime if Asher tells them. He probably would. He's more of a classmate, less of a friend, and he was mad at us because he thought we went to the bonfire without him..." It was stupid what he remembered and what seemed important now that he was recounting his story to Chase.

"I'm glad you didn't," he replied, looking Chase over. "Why did you almost kill yourself?" he asked with a look of concern on his face. But the doctor's words were comforting, and Connor clung to the knowledge that he had done the right thing. Or at least the best impression of the right thing he could've done with a dead body in front of him and very little other choice in the matter. "Yeah. You're right. I had to do something. I just..." he sighed, shaking his head, as if somehow he'd be able to shake the memories away of what he'd seen... what he'd been part of doing. "I had no way to fucking win this. No easy fix to be had. For fuck's sake, dude. My whole life's a mess, and I don't know how to fix it."