“Then she grabbed his arm.
And he—”
She stopped.
“He what?”
Ava looked at her hands.
“He pushed her.
Hard.
Into the door.
And that’s when he lost control of the car.”
The kitchen was completely silent.
“The police report said you were driving,” I said.
“He told me what to say before the ambulance arrived.
He said if I told the truth, he’d make sure I went to prison.
He said no one would believe a girl like me over a man like him.” She finally looked up.
“And he was right.
I was sixteen.
I had two priors for shoplifting.
He was a respected man with a clean record and a grieving wife.” Her voice broke.
“I was so scared.
I just said what he told me to say.”
I stood up from the table.
I didn’t know I was going to.
My body just moved.
