She collapsed into his arms, sobbing harder. "Ryan, I was so scared..."
He turned to look at me. His eyes were winter.
"Noreen, why do you have to be so vicious?"
"Look at yourself. You're acting like a lunatic."
I straightened slowly, one hand pressed against my side. "Ryan, she said my father deserved to die. Do you agree with her?"
Something flickered in his gaze. Sandra clung to him, crying, twisting the truth. "No, I only said it was an accident back then, and she just started hitting me..."
Ryan's stare grew colder.
"It was an accident. Can't you let it go?"
"Noreen, I'm the one who owes your family—not her. Stop taking it out on Sandra."
"Besides, I married you. I've given you five years. What more do you want?"
"From now on, stay in your lane and you'll always be Mrs. Stephens. But my business is none of your concern."
"Consider this my debt repaid—for everything your father did for me."
He walked out with Sandra in his arms.
Never looked back.
By the time I finished with the lawyer, night had fallen.
At the corner of the street, blinding headlights seared my vision.
The screech of impact. My body launched into the air, then slammed into the pavement.