They didn’t prove that my son had been murdered.
They only showed that Daniel had been worried about financial misconduct and had been trying to investigate it.
The truth was still hidden somewhere between those facts.
“Grandma,” Grace said softly.
I looked at her.
“What if Mom and Dad knew they were in danger?”
I couldn’t answer.
Because there was one more document in the folder.
A police report.
I read it carefully.
Then I noticed something that had never been mentioned to me.
The night of the accident, another vehicle had reportedly been seen near the scene.
A witness had described it as a dark SUV.
The report stated that investigators had been unable to identify the vehicle.
I felt a chill.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
Grace stared at the page.
“I don’t know.”
For ten years, I had believed the accident was simple.
