"Tell me about the night of the accident," Sebastian said finally.

"I don't remember," she replied quickly.

"You must remember something."

"I don't," she repeated, shaking her head, but the tension in her jaw gave her away.

Sebastian didn’t push, just waited.

After a long pause, she sighed. "Fine. Just pieces."

He leaned forward slightly.

"My sister… Lyla. And my ex-boyfriend said we needed a break, a little trip to clear my head. I should’ve known something was off. It felt… staged. ...