A car was sitting under a tree on a snow-covered street. A group of children (in their early teens) discovered a boy sitting in the car. When one of them opened the door, it was clear that the boy was dead.

I had been in the car with the boy a few days earlier, but I didn't say anything. Although I had done nothing wrong, I was afraid someone would think I had. I feared someone might even think I had had some sexual relation with the boy, even though I hadn't. I began walking down the street.