I adopted the 16-year-old girl involved in my only daughter’s death — five years later, she whispered through tears, “Everything you know about that night is a lie.”

“Your original statement.

Were you coached on what to say before the police interviewed you?”

“Yes,” Ava said.

“He told me in the ambulance.

He said if I didn’t say I was driving, he would tell them I’d stolen the car and he’d press charges.

He said I’d go to juvenile detention.

He said no one would believe me anyway.”

Patricia wrote steadily.

“Did anyone else hear him say this?”

“No.

It was just the two of us.”

“That’s fine.

Your testimony combined with the physical evidence and Marcus’s corroboration creates a strong foundation.” She set down her pen.

“I have to ask you both something, and I need honest answers.

Is there anything in either of your histories that Daniel could use to discredit you?

Anything he might bring up to make this look like a personal attack?”

I thought about it.

“He’ll say Ava is unstable.

That she’s been resentful.

That she fabricated this to punish him for something.”

“And you?”

“He’ll say I’m grieving and not thinking clearly.

That I’ve been manipulated by a troubled girl.” I met Patricia’s eyes.

“He’s going to fight this.”

“He will,” she agreed.

“Which is why we move before he knows we’re moving.” She closed her notepad.

“I’m going to make a call this afternoon.

I want you both to go home, act normally, and do not confront him.

Do not give him any indication that anything has changed.”

“He’s already suspicious,” Ava said.

“He cornered me last night.”

Patricia looked up sharply.

“What did he say?”

“He said I could talk to him about anything.

He was checking whether I’d told her.” Ava nodded toward me.

“He does that.

He asks soft questions and watches your face.”

“Then we move tonight.” Patricia stood.

“Go home.

Make dinner.

I’ll call you by eight.”

We drove home in near silence.

Ava stared out the passenger window.

I kept both hands on the wheel and thought about the first year after Chloe’s passing — how Daniel had held me while I cried, how he had spoken at her memorial, how he had said her name like it cost him something.

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