Diana's POV

I was halfway to the door when something stopped me. The unanswered question hung in the air, pulling at me like an invisible thread. I turned back to face Victoria.

"Wait," I said. "You didn't finish your story. How did you survive? The car was on fire. You were trapped."

Victoria's eyes met mine across the room. For a moment, she seemed to be weighing something in her mind. Her father shifted in his chair, leaning forward slightly.

"Victoria," he said quietly. "Perhaps another ...