My fingers hesitated over the folder before I finally opened it.
The name matched. The photo matched. It was him.
The same man from the security footage. According to the report, his name was Daniel Brooks, the driver of the truck that collided with Ryan’s car. The file described the accident as severe, chaotic, unavoidable.
It also stated that Daniel had survived—with injuries—but had been cooperative with investigators. There was no mention of anything unusual. No follow-up notes.
Nothing that explained why he would ever come near my family again.
But something felt off. Not in the report itself—
In the way it ended.
That night, I watched Noah carefully. I didn’t question him directly at first.
I didn’t want to scare him. But I needed to understand what he believed. During dinner, I asked casually, “Did you see that man again today?”
Noah nodded.
