Date = 20 June
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Aria
I look at the list of questions and pick one.
“Tell me about that night. Why did you text me?”
The air between us feels stale, heavy, like the walls themselves are listening. Brian drags a hand through his hair, his knuckles white.
His voice cracks, not from weakness, but from something worse — remorse.
“I was going to tell you everything,” he blurts. “Wanted to ask for your forgiveness first … then go to the cops. That was the plan.”
I fold my arms, pinning him with a look. “Forgiveness, huh? From me? That’s ambitious.”
His laugh is hollow, scraped raw. “Yeah. I figured you’d spit in my face first. Still better than what I deserved.”
I want to hate him. Hell, it’d be easier. But there’s something too ragged i
