I stared at the television, unable to process what I'd just heard.
"That's a lie," I said, voice shaking. "That's a complete lie."
"I know," Sawyer said, his grip on my hand tightening. "He's making it up. There's no truth to any of it."
On screen, the anchor pressed further. "Do you have proof of this claim, Derek?"
Derek's expression flickered, just for a second, something uncertain passing behind his eyes before the practiced composure returned. "I have my own memories of things Nora said, things I noticed in the months before the incident. Signs I ignored because I trusted her."
"That's not proof," the anchor said, skepticism creeping into her voice for the first time. "That's speculation."
"It's what I know to be true," Derek said, tho
