"Was it you? Were you the one who fucked with the car? Did I crash because you did something so fucking stupid, Yoonah?" I spit them at him like bullets, fired with fury and venom that does not conceal my intense anger, and he pauses mid-move to standing. So he is semi-hunched at his desk, and all the color drains from his face. Freezing in place and his eyes widen like a rabbit in the headlights. It tells me everything I need to know.

"Why are you asking me that?" Yoonah swallows hard, his mouth drying, and he looks away from me to his desk and feebly shuts his laptop....