Lena

"Lena, who was driving the car when your mother died?"

I froze, as I slowly looked up at him.

For the first time in twelve years, I did something I never thought I'd.

I told someone the truth.

"My stepmother, Bridget, was the one driving."

Julian was silent.

He didn't reply nor did he have a slight reaction.

I stood abruptly, and faced the window.

"You already knew." It wasn't a question. It was a fact, one that needed extra confirmation.

"I suspected." Julian said.

Taking a deep breath, I asked again. "For how long have you known?"

"The PI report came three days ago."

I spun around almost...