Elara’s POV
My heart didn't just beat at the mention of that; it tried to jump out from my chest. The air in my own apartment felt like a heavy trap. Detective Marek relaxed comfortably in my chair as if he owned the apartment, my parents' photo looking fragile and small in his hand.
"What did you just say detective?" My voice was a thin, broken thing.
He dropped the photo frame on the table with a finality that echoed in the silent room. "You heard me right, Elara. It wasn't an accident as reported. The official report was all a cover-up. An important lie just so to prevent city-wide panic."
I shook my head, backing away until my shoulders heavily kissed the closed door. "No. That's not true. It can't be true detective Marek. The police said… the other driver…”
"Was paid a ransom to
