Vivian watched the scene unfold, her expression darkening.
That afternoon, my phone rang.
On the other end, my mother was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. The news of my father's car accident struck like a bolt of lightning straight through my chest. When I saw his body lying there, cold and still, I shattered completely.
By the time we finished making the arrangements, it was the middle of the night.
I dragged my exhausted body home, and the moment I saw Benedict, the dam broke. Tears poured down my face.
After I told him everything, he pulled me into his arms, his voice thick with emotion. "Phoebe, don't worry. I'll get justice for your father. I'll make sure whoever did this pays for it."
My eyes burned with fresh tears. I placed every last shred of hope in him.
The next day, I found him holding Vivian in his arms while she wept.
"Benedict, what are we going to do? My brother killed Phoebe's father in that accident. She'll never let him go..."
"Please, talk to Phoebe for me? Convince her to let my brother off."
Benedict's face was half-swallowed by shadow.