Daniel watched my face carefully.
"Now we're getting close."
I shook my head.
"I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," he said.
"You never pay attention to anything that doesn't affect you."
Anger flashed through me.
"That's not true."
He smirked.
"Then tell everyone whose car you were driving that night."
My stomach dropped.
Because I suddenly remembered.
The car wasn't mine.
It was borrowed.
From someone very close to me.
Slowly, I turned my head.
Toward Nora.
Her face turned pale instantly.
"No," she said quickly.
But Daniel was already smiling.
"Yes."
The room erupted again.
Because suddenly the accident didn't look random anymore.
It looked connected.
Planned.
And somehow my sister was standing right in the center of it.