Chapter 61

Kimberly:

As soon as I got home, I discarded my bag and plopped down on my bed, my hand on my head.

What on earth had the private investigator been talking about? Nothing he'd said throughout the meeting made any sense no matter how I looked at it.

How can Ethan be responsible for my parents' car crash? That made no sense. This wasn't some action movie, wouldn't the truck driver be in danger too if he had orchestrated the accident?

Why was he even thinking about this? It didn't make any sense not just because I knew Ethan would never do such a thing but because the evidence my investigator had was more than negligible.

He didn't expect me to just believe whatever bullshit he had to say, did he?

Was I supposed to believe that a man wearing a hoodie and talking to the truck driver was Ethan?

Granted, he had more or less the same build as Ethan from behind but that was not enough evidence, it wasn't nearly enough proof.

I let out a frustrated sigh. I had thought he'd found something only