JACK’S POV

I felt Vera shiver beside me, and when I turned to check her face, it was clear, she looked scared and confused. Slowly, I looked back at Maureen, who was now standing and blowing cigarette smoke into the air.

“What are you talking about? I’ve always known Monica. I never even heard of you. I used to visit her dorm, and her roommate was a guy. A gay guy, to be exact,” I said, confused, my forehead wrinkled as I tried to remember everything clearly.

“We met at our school parking lot,” Maureen started calmly. “You tried to park your white pickup truck and hit my black BMW....