windows.
Neither of us moved.
Finally, Adrian spoke again.
“The night of the accident…”
His voice broke.
My stomach dropped.
I already knew.
Some terrible part of me already knew.
“The crash that killed my parents.”
He swallowed.
“Lisa was there.”
I felt every drop of blood leave my face.
“No.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“We were driving together.”
The world stopped.
For years I had imagined that accident.
Replayed every detail.
Every police report.
Every medical explanation.
But nobody had ever told me this.
Nobody.
My daughter had
