The words leave my mouth slowly.
But once they do, the entire room changes.
“Pier 47… is where the crash happened.”
Marcus freezes. “You’re kidding.”
I shake my head. “No.”
Adrian turns the tablet toward himself again. His eyes move quickly across the map. Across the coordinates. Across the highway route running along the waterfront. Then his expression darkens.
“She’s right.”
Marcus exhales sharply. “Well. That’s not creepy at all.”
My chest tightens as the memory flickers in my mind again.
Rain.
Headlights.
The sound of tires losing control.
And then—water. Cold, dark water. The Hudson River swallowing the night.
“That’s where my car went off the road,” I whisper.
Marcus leans forward again. “And tomorrow morning…” He taps the screen. “…they’re starting construction there.”
