“Runaway truck ramp on your left! Two hundred yards!”
I saw it.
I yanked the wheel left.
The SUV slammed into the gravel ramp. Rocks grabbed the tires. My body slammed into the seat belt. The airbags exploded.
Then everything stopped.
Rain hissed around me.
I forced the door open and stumbled out.
Down the mountain, red and blue lights filled the road. Ryan tried to turn his Jaguar around, but police cruisers blocked both ends of the pass.
I watched Detective Miller drag him from the car and cuff him against the wet hood.
The trial was a massacre.
Ryan and Brooke’s expensive lawyers could not fight a recorded confession, Sophie’s testimony, and my forensic evidence. When Travis flipped to avoid the harshest sentence, the case was over.
Ryan and Brooke were convicted of murder, conspiracy, and attempted murder.
Both received consecutive life sentences without parole.
One year later, I stood beside the lake where Ava and Jack used to feed ducks.
