I looked at him sadly. “You didn’t want to know.”
That night, hope returned to Anna’s bedside. Her fingers twitched more often. Her eyelids fluttered. Even the nurses noticed signs of improvement.
The Confrontation
A few days later, Laura arranged a meeting at the sheriff’s office. I insisted on being there.
David walked in wearing his usual confident grin, his suit neatly pressed. “Detective,” he greeted, “what’s all this about?”
Laura slid photos across the table. “We’ve examined Anna Reynolds’ car. The brake lines were cut intentionally.”
David laughed — short, forced. “Cars break down all the time.”
“This wasn’t wear and tear,” Laura replied calmly. “This was sabotage. And she named you.”
His smile vanished. “She’s in a coma,” he snapped. “How could she possibly name anyone?”Continue reading…
