It wasn't long after Dawson finished explaining that she finally reached home, parted ways with him and headed inside.
She couldn't explain it. Not one bit. The reason she couldn't was even worse - she didn't know who to believe.
Dawson's story had sounded legit. It was a horribly tragic accident...at least that's how he'd made it sound. But she couldn't deny that he had seemed a little creepy yesterday when they had met up.
Then there was Ryder's side of things. He claims to have been at the same party at the time, and from what Dawson had told her, that appeared to be true. However, Ryder hadn't told her the full story so much as he did make assumptions. There really was no way to figure out who was telling the truth.
With a heavy sigh, she entered her room and flopped on her bed.
