Oscar leaned back against the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
He enjoys the espresso Jimmy has just served him. He feels relaxed now.
However, soon after, Oscar's expression changed from playful to mildly intense, though a hint of worry still lingered on his face.
"So," he said, drawing out the word like he was about to interrogate a criminal on a crime show. "Tell me. How did you end up in that car accident?"
His eyes narrowed slightly. "I know you. You're a skilled driver. It seems impossible for you to just… drive off a cliff."
Evelyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug.
She had already tried countless times to piece together the memory of that day. The flashing headlights. The sudden impact. The terrifying spin. But the more she tried to remember, the more her head pulsed with dull discomfort.
It was also impossible to escape the question.
Every visitor, every family member, every concerned friend eventually asked the same thing.
What happened?
