He ignores me.
Looks at her like I’m not even here.
“You were supposed to disappear quietly,” he says. “Serve your time.”
My grip tightens.
“Last warning.”
He glances at me.
Amused.
Big mistake.
“Why me?”Tessa pushes.
Because she needs answers.
I get that.
But I don’t like where this is going.
“Because you saw something you weren’t supposed to,” he says.
Her stomach drops—I can see it.
“What are you talking about?”
“You really don’t remember.”
“Stop saying that like it means something!”
His expression darkens.
“Seven years ago,” he says. “The night of the accident.”
Everything shifts.
The air.
The tension.
Her.
“I didn’t do anything,” she says quickly. “I told them that—”
“You told them what you thought was true.”
No.
I step forward.
“She said she didn’t do it,” I cut in. “That’s the end of it.”
He smiles.
“No,” he says. “That’s the beginning.”
