Maya looked at her dad dumbfounded. "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Honey, what's going on?" Claire asked, equally confused.

Richard slowly walked to a chair and collapsed into it heavily. "The accident... it was far worse than we realized. The only reason we walked away without a scratch was... the truck driver."

Maya frowned, unsure she understood. "The... driver?"

Richard's lips pressed into a thin line. "He swerved at the last second to avoid hitting us head-on. If he hadn't, none of us would be here right now." His voice cracked, betraying the strain he'd been holding back.

Claire's voice trembled. "But... he's okay, right?"

Richard shook his head...