A different address.
A name I didn’t recognize.
Jenna.
I flipped through it, trying to understand.
Messages between them.
From the night of the accident.
“I’ll leave soon,” he had written.
“Drive safe,” she replied. “Love you.”
My stomach dropped.
“He wasn’t driving to his grandparents,” my mother said quietly. “He was leaving another woman’s house.”
I looked at him.
“Tell me she’s lying.”
He didn’t.
He just cried.
“I was young,” he said. “I made a mistake. It didn’t mean anything.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“So that night… you were coming from her.”
He nodded.
“And the story you told me?”
“I panicked,” he said. “I knew if you knew the truth, you might leave. And I couldn’t lose you.”
I stared at him.
“So you lied.”
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