Lana’s POV
Dave’s silence stretched until I thought he might not answer at all. Then, with a low exhale, he raked his hand through his hair and finally spoke.
“I’ll be honest,” he said, his tone carrying a mix of reluctance and resignation. “I actually went to the bar that night to find Sheila. I knew it was the exact bar she would’ve dragged you to. And yeah… she drank too much. Way too much.”
I slowed my pace, eyes widening. His voice dropped lower, almost as though admitting this cost him something.
“She got drunk and started an argument with me,” he continued, jaw tightening. “I tried to stop her. Tried to get her out of there. But it escalated. We—” he paused, his lips pressing into a line before he went on, “—we got into a physical conflict. In the end, I had to pin her against
