Lena
"Lena, who was driving the car when your mother died?"
I froze, as I slowly looked up at him.
For the first time in twelve years, I did something I never thought I'd.
I told someone the truth.
"My stepmother, Bridget, was the one driving."
Julian was silent.
He didn't reply nor did he have a slight reaction.
I stood abruptly, and faced the window.
"You already knew." It wasn't a question. It was a fact, one that needed extra confirmation.
"I suspected." Julian said.
Taking a deep breath, I asked again. "For how long have you known?"
"The PI report came three days ago."
I spun around almost immediately. "Three days? You've known for three days and you didn't think it was wise to tell me. The person involved in all of these?"
"I needed confirmation." He said calmly
