Josie
I could tell—without a doubt—that this was the question Kiel hadn't expected. The way his mouth parted slightly, his shoulders tensed, and his eyes flicked to the floor told me more than words could. He was shocked. Almost like I'd just slapped him. Maybe I had, in my own way. But I wasn't about to sweep this under the rug like everyone wanted me to.
Not anymore.
"What happened that day?" I asked again, voice lower, but my spine was straight and unyielding.
"I… Josie," he began, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I told you already… I don't remember."
That answer made something sharp coil in my stomach. My throat burned, and I blinked furiously against the sting behind my eyes. My jaw clenched.
"That's not good enough," I snapped before I could stop myself. "You have to remember!"
