His expression softened slightly.
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
God.
The certainty in his voice terrified me.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t.”
“I’m not asking you to believe me.” He held the phone out slightly. “Just look.”
My gaze dropped to it.
Then away again.
“No.”
“It’s traffic footage from the crash.”
The air left my lungs.
“That footage doesn’t exist.”
“It does.”
“They would’ve used it.”
His jaw tightened.
“They didn’t.”
The room tilted slightly beneath me.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.
“Because somebody should’ve done it six years ago.”
That hit hard enough to hurt.
Ace stepped inside slowly, giving me room to move away if I needed it.
“It shows what happened.”
My chest started heaving.
“No…”
“It shows you in the passenger seat.”
Everything inside me stopped.
Passenger seat.
I stared at him.
