A Promise in the Quiet
Their support seemed to steel Mark’s resolve. He nodded, reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll talk to the police. But be prepared—they might say there’s nothing they can do.”
I squeezed Anna’s hand and whispered, “I promise we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Her fingers twitched—a barely audible echo of the earlier message, as if affirming my promise.
As Mark stepped out to make the call, silence fell again, broken only by the machines’ rhythmic beeps. I stayed beside Anna, the weight of the unfolding secret heavy on my chest. If someone had tampered with her brakes, why? What had Anna seen or done to make someone want to harm her so badly?
Questions swirled like a storm: who would benefit from silencing Anna, and how deep did the conspiracy run? I understood that uncovering the truth could have consequences far beyond what we imagined. Still, Anna’s life was worth every risk. I would stand by her until we unearthed the dark secrets beneath what had been dismissed as an ordinary accident.
