Blake's pov

The next day, I was sitting at the dinner table with my family when we heard a knock at the door. My dad got up to answer it, and I followed him out of curiosity. To my surprise, Wade's men were standing on our porch.

"Mr. Lewis, we need to ask you some questions," one of the men said gruffly.

"Sure, what's this about?" my dad asked, sounding confused.

"We heard that you spoke to the press about the incident with the accident," the man said. "Is that true?"

I gasped in shock and grabbed onto my dad's arm. I couldn't believe that they were accusing him of...