Later that day, I was standing at the kitchen sink, watching the rain fall, when a police car pulled into our driveway. At first, I didn’t think much of it—our friend Aaron was an officer and sometimes stopped by.
But the moment I opened the door and saw his face, I knew something was terribly wrong.
“I’m so sorry, Carly,” he said, his eyes red. “There’s been an accident.”
I couldn’t understand what he meant—not until he held my hands and told me the truth that shattered everything.
Ben’s SUV had gone off a cliff during the storm and rolled. There were no survivors.
“No,” I whispered. “He knows that road. He always checks the weather.”
Aaron nodded grimly. “I know.”
It didn’t make sense. Had Ben really made such a mistake?
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