ACCIDENTALLY YOURS FOREVER
I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain.
"There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago."
Rosa went still.
"What kind of accident?"
"A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk."
"Daniel—"