Damon's POV
The rain had stopped.
I didn't leave. I stayed in the car down in the parking garage.
Tim got in, carrying the accident report.
"The car flipped because he hit the brakes hard while speeding," he said quietly. "The fall damaged the electrical system. It caught fire on impact. By the time the fire department arrived, only the frame was left."
I flipped through the report—it matched the police's initial assessment. "What did forensics find at the scene?"
Tim hesitated, his face grim. "Damon, honestly? In this kind of accident, physical evidence doesn't matter much. Between the fall from the overpass and that fire..." He trailed off. "No one could have made it out."
I knew that logic. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aria lying lifeless in that hospital bed. I couldn'
