Victoria's POVDiana was almost at the door when she stopped. She turned around and looked at me.

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

I looked at her from across the room. Part of me wanted to stop here. Some things are better left unsaid. But Father leaned forward in his chair.

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

I shook my head. "No, Father. She needs to know." I pointed to the chair Diana had just left. ...