The car. The license plate. Both were so familiar.
She could recite that license plate number in her sleep—it was Ethan Carter’s, no doubt about it.
In a split second, Olivia Bennett’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst right out of her chest. Her fingertips went numb, and for a moment, it was as if the whole world hit pause. Everything around her blurred.
Clang.
The sound of her phone hitting the hardwood floor snapped Olivia out of her trance.
Her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t want to believe what she’d just seen.
Maybe someone else had borrowed Ethan’s car.
Maybe Ethan wasn’t even in the car.
Maybe it was nothing at all…
She tried to reassure herself, but her tears betrayed her, slipping down her cheeks faster than she could brush them away.
Not bothering to wipe them, Olivia pushed herself up from the couch and hurried out of the room.
Down the stairs.
Only Adelina Lane and Lance Carter were in the living room, deep in conversation, not noticing Olivia as she approached.
Before Olivia could get close, Adelina suddenly shot up from her seat, her voice trembling, “Ethan… Ethan was in an accident? That can’t be!”

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