Five years ago.
Rain.
A dark road.
A car crash.
My chest tightened as the memory returned.
"I don't understand," I whispered.
Daniel's expression hardened.
"You hit someone."
Gasps filled the room.
"That's not true," I said quickly.
But doubt crept in.
That night had always been blurry.
The police said no body was found.
No victim.
Just damage.
Case closed.
Daniel leaned closer.
"You drove away."
My heart slammed.
"That's not what happened."
But my voice wasn't confident anymore.
Amara looked worried.
"Daniel, stop manipulating her."
He ignored her.
Instead he asked me something that made my hands shake.
"Did you ever ask what happened to the person you hit?"
Silence filled the room.
Because the truth was…
I hadn't.
I was too scared to know.
And now I was terrified to hear the answer.