Later, the memories of that night came rushing back: the accident, Kira’s lifeless body, and Mark, handcuffed. He’d caused it all. When I confronted him, anger poured out. But then he shared his own pain — his wife and baby had died in the same crash. The weight of it hit me, but I still couldn’t forgive him.
Back at the office, Mark showed me unexpected compassion, urging me to fix things with Sophie before it was too late. His words stuck with me, and I rushed to Sophie’s debate, hoping I wasn’t too late to make things right.
Inside, I caught her eye, and for the first time in ages, she smiled. Something shifted in me. Maybe I could still fix this.