"Have you thought this through? If news of our divorce gets out, Nana will be heartbroken. You shouldn’t have agreed. Sotis, refusing is the better option—it would give her peace of mind."
Alexander let out a cold sneer. "Then why didn’t you refuse?"
I t his gaze, my expression calm. "I’m not the one asking for a divorce. Why should I be the one to take the bla?"
"You want it too," he shot back. "What’s the difference?"
"I didn’t ask for a divorce," I repeated, my tone firr this ti.
A brief silence followed.
I didn’t want to argue anymore, so I looked away. "I have plans for the day, so just make sure you’re on ti for the concert."
"Fine by ."
He turned his gaze toward the window, ending the conversation.
Silence filled the car once again.
I stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The mory of the lake—the cold water, the suffocating panic—ca rushing back.
Without realizing it, I tightened my grip on my bag.
"You don’t have to be nervous," Alexander said suddenly.
"I’m not," I replied imdiately.
A pause.
"...If anything feels uncomfortable in there, just tell ," he added, his voice quieter.
I didn’t respond.
The rest of the drive passed in silence.
When we arrived at the police station, my chest tightened slightly.
The building stood tall and imposing, its atmosphere heavy and suffocating.
Alexander stepped out first, then walked around and opened the door for .
I got out slowly.
"We’ll be quick," he said, his tone softer now.
I gave a small nod.
Inside, the air felt colder.
An officer approached us. "Mr. Blackwood, Miss Blackwood—we’ve been expecting you. This way, please."
I followed behind, my steps slower than usual.
We were led into a room.
And that’s when I saw them.
The two won from the lake.
They looked nothing like they did that night. The arrogance was gone—replaced by pale faces and uneasy, shifting eyes.
The mont they saw , panic flashed across their expressions.
My heartbeat quickened.
The mory of falling into the water hit all over again.
The cold.
The fear.
The helplessness.
The officer turned to . "Miss Blackwood, can you confirm if these are the individuals involved in the incident?"
My throat felt dry.
For a mont, everything felt heavy.
Then I nodded.
"Yes... it’s them."
The mont the words left my mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
One of the won—the short-haired one—shook her head imdiately. "No—no, that’s not what happened!"
The tall woman turned to her sharply. "What are you saying? We were both there!"
"I didn’t push her!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You’re the one who started everything!"
"I only grabbed her arm—you’re the one who shoved her!"
Their voices overlapped, sharp and panicked.
"Enough," the officer said firmly.
Silence fell—but it was fragile.
Both of them were breathing unevenly now, their composure completely gone.
The officer turned to . "Miss Blackwood, can you describe what happened that night?"
My fingers tightened slightly.
For a second, the mory dragged under again—
The water.
The cold.
The helplessness.
I swallowed.
"They approached by the lake," I said slowly. "They started arguing with ... then they got closer."
I paused.
"They didn’t stop when I asked them to."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alexander stiffen.
"They kept provoking ," I continued, my voice quieter now. "Then... one of them pushed ."
"That’s a lie!" the short-haired woman shouted, shooting to her feet. "It was an accident!"
"Sit down," the officer ordered sharply.
"I didn’t an to!" she insisted, her voice trembling now. "She stepped back—she was already at the edge!".
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