The weight of this revelation pressed heavily on me. It wasn’t just an accident. Someone had deliberately sabotaged her car. For a moment, I was adrift in disbelief, caught between the certainty of what I had felt and the enormity of its implications. I knew I had to act, but how? The world outside was oblivious, caught up in the mundane reality of an “accident.”

Mark’s presence brought me back to the moment. His insistence on moving forward was not out of malice, but perhaps ignorance. Could I blame him for wanting closure after their painful separation? Yet, this was beyond personal grievances. It was a matter of truth, justice, and above all, Anna’s life.