Ben’s words echoed in Cassandra’s mind, sending a wave of panic through her. “I remember everything, Derek.” What did he mean? Did he know about the accident? Did he remember what she had done?
She watched as Derek continued talking to Ben, completely unaware of the tension brewing just beneath the surface. She needed to find out what Ben knew—before he had a chance to tell Derek anything that could ruin everything.
Michael, who had been standing quietly by the window, cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you guys to catch up. I’ll be back later.”
Derek nodded, giving his Ben one last reassuring smile before turning to Michael. “Thanks, Mike. I’ll call you if anything changes.”
As Michael left, Cassandra shifted slightly, her nerves tightening. She couldn’t leave things to chance anymore.
