Sophia's POV
I found out about Zane's discovery the wrong way.
I was walking past Damien's office at eight in the morning looking for coffee and the door wasn't fully closed and I heard my mother's name.
I stopped.
I shouldn't have listened. I know that. But when you hear your dead mother's name spoken in a room you weren't invited into, your feet stop moving on their own.
"The brake failure wasn't mechanical," Zane said. Flat and certain. "Someone cut the line. Clean cut, not worn. The original accident report buried it."
"How deep," Damien said.
"Deep enough that it took me six years of digging to find it." A pause. "The report was filed by a Vale-affiliated investigator. The same firm Victoria uses for background checks."
Silence.
"She was nineteen," Damien said quietly.
"Yes.
