“I started seeing a therapist four months ago. Secretly. I had panic attacks. I couldn’t sleep. Ethan knows I saw a doctor once about anxiety. He’ll use that.”
“Anxiety does not make a person responsible for someone else’s injuries.”
The sentence was so plain that I almost missed its significance.
I stared at her.
Ruiz continued.
“He may say many things, Mrs. Hayes. My job is not to choose the most polished speaker in the room. My job is to document facts.”
Facts.
I felt something inside me loosen.
“Call me Maya.”
“All right, Maya.”
I looked toward Liam.
“The drive.”
His face changed.
Only slightly.
But I saw it.
Ruiz saw it too.
“What drive?” she asked.
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