The man got out of the car too.
The woman seemed to be crying. The man held her tightly, and the two whispered to each other for a few minutes. Then the woman started to take out her phone and make a call.
The surveillance time went to 12:36 in the middle of the night. It was exactly the time of Gianna's first missed call. The woman in the picture kept making calls and hanging up. The man picked her up and got into the car, driving towards the nearest hospital.
I flipped through the call log on my phone. The time of the last missed call that night completely coincided with the time the man picked up the woman and left. I slumped down on the chair, defeated.
There was no car accident at all. There were no anxious calls in the middle of the night after a nightmare, and no poor woman wh
