“That proves nothing. Anyone can access a parking garage.”
But her hand trembled.
For the first time — the first time in every memory Emily had of her older sister — Claire was shaking.
“Not just anyone knew Emily would take that road that night,” Ms. Parker said. “And not just anyone stood to gain from her death.”
“I’m devastated,” Ryan said. His voice had its practiced grief in it, the tone he used at parties when he wanted to seem deep. “My wife is in a coma.”
“Your wife changed her will,” Ms. Parker said.
The room froze.
“That’s impossible,” Claire said, too quickly. “She would never—”
She stopped.
“Never what, Claire?”
What Ethan Had Heard the Night of the Crash — and Why His Words Broke Everything Open
Claire took something from her purse.
“Enough of this,” she said softly.
“Claire, put that down,” Ms. Parker said.
“Aunt Claire.”
Ethan’s voice was steady now in a way it had not been before — the voice of a child who had already decided what he was going to do, regardless of what it cost him.
“You said that the night of the crash too.”
