The officer wasn't bothered at all. He tapped a file on the desk over and over, his patience wearing thin."What's the noise about? The damage assessment report for Roxanne's motorcycle just came in. It showed she was going at least 31 mph."We also checked the surveillance footage from the area and found that a car pulled onto that road right when the accident happened."And just now, we got our hands on the dashcam footage from that car. The proof's right here, so there's no getting out of this one."Trevor went quiet and slumped into his chair, his face going pale.The officer fixed his gaze on him and shook his head. "I heard you're a doctor. Is this really what doctors are like now? And Cyril Walker is your son as well, right? Why didn't you trust your wife from the beginning?"The officer's words landed hard, jolting Trevor back to reality.He froze, muttering, "No way. This can't be real…"Trevor's eyes lost their focus as if he'd just lost his last bit of hope.Yes, th
"Mommy… it hurts so bad…"I snapped back to reality when I heard my four-year-old son, Cyril Walker, crying out.We were crossing the street just moments ago when a motorcycle's headlight blazed toward us like a comet. Before I knew it, a huge force slammed into us, sending Cyril and me flying through the air.For a split second, everything went dead quiet.When I finally heard something again, it was Cyril's weak cries. "Mommy… Mommy… It hurts…"I struggled to open my eyes, but everything was a blur, my mind completely blank. All I could make out was smoke billowing from a motorcycle and the chilling sight of blood smeared across the crosswalk.Cyril's face was drenched in blood, his limbs bent in ways they shouldn't. I cried my eyes out."Cyril, Cyril! My sweet baby! It's okay. I'm right here. I'm right here with you!"My hands trembled as I held my finger near his nose. His breath was so weak. It felt like it was barely there."Cyril, Cyril, are you okay? Please, don't scar
The other young woman shot me a nervous look and quickly tossed the phone onto my lap. "Roxanne, just hand it over. She's freaking me out."Roxanne paused for a beat, then raised her chin with an arrogant look."Better be careful with your words around the cops," she muttered, her tone dismissive. "My dad got me that motorcycle as a graduation gift. It cost a ton, so you'd better be ready to cover it!"I didn't pay any attention to what she said. All I could think about was saving Cyril. Nothing else mattered.My hands were trembling as I dialed 911. I kept repeating the address to the dispatcher, afraid they couldn't find the place.…I dropped onto the bench outside the operating room, gripping my phone tight and dialing Trevor's number repeatedly."We're sorry. The number you've dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later." The automated voice recording hit me like a needle, stabbing my heart again and again.About half an hour later, I heard a familiar voice cal
After what seemed like forever, a doctor in a white coat finally came out.He pulled down his mask, his voice thick with emotion. "Are you the family? We did everything we could, but the injuries were too serious. There was too much bleeding in his brain. We couldn't save him.""No way…" My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the floor. The world went dark around me, and a ringing buzzed in my ears.The doctor's voice sounded distant like it wasn't even real.I rushed into the operating room and saw a small figure quietly lying there. Cyril wasn't breathing anymore. I gently ran my fingers over his face, and the coldness of his skin shattered me inside.I held Cyril's body tight, my cries coming from the very depths of me.Out of nowhere, Roxanne popped into my head.Anger surged inside me, hot and fierce. I rushed down the hall, heading straight for the emergency room on the first floor."Doctor! Nurse! Where are the two young women who were brought in from the motorcycle acciden
It felt like my world came crashing down when I heard Trevor say he wanted to forgive Roxanne.Cyril was our only child born after ten years of marriage. He was our miracle. His body lay cold and stiff upstairs in the surgery room, yet Trevor was determined to forgive the ones who had killed him."Trevor Walker! Are you insane?" I yelled, completely losing it. I charged toward him and slammed my fists into his chest. "That was your son! How could you say that? How could you…"I held onto the bloodstained clothes Cyril wore before he died, my heart breaking all over again.And there was Trevor, the father who lost his son, playing the hero and thinking he should write a forgiveness letter to those responsible."I just saw her acceptance letter. She's a standout student and got into medical university. She's going to be a doctor someday, and doctors are naturally caring. We should give her a chance."No one's perfect, and we all mess up sometimes. Besides, she's still young. We can
The burial had barely ended, and Trevor was already rushing out. I trailed him all the way to the police station.I wondered what brought him here. Could it be…A wave of fear hit me. I pushed open the door to find Trevor handing a document to an officer. I could tell right off that it was the forgiveness letter he had written."Trevor Walker! What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, storming over and yanking the paper from his hand.He flinched, eyes going wide in surprise. "Whitney? What brings you here?"I didn't waste my time with him and turned to the officer. "Officer, I don't agree with this letter. I'm pressing charges against Roxanne Walker and Liana Johnson for reckless driving that led to a death!" The officer hesitated, glancing between Trevor and me. He sounded torn. "Well… in situations like this, the family needs to be on the same page."I ripped up the forgiveness letter right before Trevor."I'm filing a case. On the night of August 15th, Roxanne Walker and Li
It hit me like a lightning bolt, and I froze.Now it made sense why Trevor had been so eager to write that forgiveness letter to Roxanne. That conversation explained everything, and suddenly, it all just felt so ridiculous.Trevor and I had been married for almost ten years, but his love child was already 18. It had been ten whole years, and here I was, totally clueless, like an idiot.So why did he do that? He already had Maeve. What made him marry me?I pressed my hand to my mouth, fighting to keep the sobs in. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get out of this place of pain, and I was taking Cyril with me.I started packing like a maniac, cramming Cyril's clothes, toys, and belongings into the suitcase.Then, in the middle of it all, a kids' smartwatch fell out, covered in bloodstains. The screen was cracked. It was the watch Cyril had been wearing the night of the accident.My hands shook as I picked it up and clutched it tight in my palm. "Cyril, I'm taking you with me
The officer gave Roxanne a cold stare, emphasizing every word. "Roxanne Walker, we've got proof you lied that night. You're coming with us to help with the investigation."Roxanne's face went pale.She quickly stepped back, hiding behind Hunter as she yelled, "I didn't lie! Her son ran into my motorcycle! What does that have to do with me? You can't accuse me of something I didn't do!"Maeve slipped her hand behind her back and quietly dialed Trevor's number.Then, she faced the officer. "Roxy was just trying to help by taking Cyril to the hospital, but Whitney turned it all on Roxy. And now she's here, stirring up trouble in our place…""What?" I lifted my hand, ready to slap her for twisting the truth.But Hunter grabbed my arm and yanked me aside with a growl. "What do you think you're doing? Listen, you'd better cut it out! Roxy's my only daughter, and you're not going to get her to confess!"I sneered, staring right at Hunter as I put extra weight on every word. "My husband