you don’t remember what you did last night, isn’t that right?” the cop asked.
She blinked, focusing again on him and his question before she slowly nodded. She’d lost the hours before she’d swerved to miss the deer. Just as she’d lost the reason she was on that highway to begin with.
And the truth was, in the state she’d been in since coming out of the coma, she couldn’t swear to what she might have done. Maybe she had tried to kill herself last night. But she had to wonder what would have pushed her to that point.
“I suppose you also don’t remember being so upset that you forgot about getting a speeding ticket about thirty miles outside of Shadow Lake.”
She shook her head.
“Or telling Dr. Brubaker to look for your son?” The cop sounded angry.
“No.” A headache was building. “I told you. I was confused when I first woke up. Everything I’ve told you is the truth.”
“Why didn’t you tell us, Mrs. Collins, that your son Tyler is dead?” Walker snapped. “That he was killed eight months ago in a hit-and-run accident. The same one that left you in a coma.”
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