The hospital room felt too small. Detective Sarah Chen sat across from me, her notepad open, pen poised. Mid-forties, sharp eyes, no-nonsense expression. She'd introduced herself an hour ago, but my mind was still foggy from pain medication and shock. "Mrs. Sterling, I need you to walk me through the evening one more time," she said. Her voice was gentle but firm. "Start from when you left the gala." I swallowed hard. Calloway's hand found mine, squeezed. "We left around eleven," I said. "Calloway wanted to drive. We took his Mercedes. The highway was mostly empty." "And when did you first notice the brake failure?" "Maybe ten minutes into the drive? We were approaching the bridge." My voice shook. "Calloway pressed the brake and nothing happened. Then the emergency brake failed too. The engine wouldn't shut off." Detective Chen wrote quickly. "Did you notice anyt
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