The video freezes on the screen.
My car.
There is no mistake.
The silver sedan sits under the harsh fluorescent lights of the Reyes Tower parking garage, rain streaking across the windshield.
The timestamp glows in the corner.
Three years ago. 11:08 PM.
My heart pounds so loudly it feels like the entire room can hear it.
Marcus is the first to speak. “Well… that’s unsettling.”
Adrian doesn’t say anything. His gaze stays on the screen. On the reflection in the windshield. On the silhouette behind the steering wheel.
Me.
Except I don’t remember this night.
I swallow. “That’s impossible.”
Marcus glances at me. “You don’t remember coming here?”
“No.”
Adrian pauses the footage. “You were here.”
My chest tightens. “I know what the video shows. But I don’t remember it.”
The room f
