I find Ashley in the hallway outside the ICU, her face buried in her hands. When she looks up at me, her eyes are red and swollen.
"I need to show you something," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
She stiffens. "I don't want to-"
"Ashley. Please." I hold up Zeke's phone. "Just look."
She hesitates, then follows me to a quiet corner of the waiting room. I sit down and pull up the location history, showing her the map with its damning timestamps.
"September fifteenth. You said you met him at a coffee shop near Georgia Tech."
"We did."
"Zeke was in Savannah that day. With me." I zoom in on the map. "His phone was at my apartment from two PM until midnight."
Her face goes pale. "That's... that's not possible. I saw him. We talked for hours."
"October third. The football game."
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