"Leslie."
She glanced at me with a soft smile, waiting for my next words.
"I have something else to ask you, and I hope you can answer me truthfully," I said, looking at her with a somewhat serious expression.
Her eyes quivered slightly, and her body tensed, but she nodded. "Sure."
"Could you tell me what you know about the night of my accident. I would like you to tell me where I was and what I was doing. I have a few reasons to suspect that what happened to me was not a car accident."
Her eyes widened, and she nodded.
Oh? She seems eager to discuss this.
"Do you also believe that it was something other than a car accident?" I asked curiously, standing up. I walked over to her side and motioned for her to take a seat on the sofa.
We both sat down opposite each other, and she looked at me with a more serious expression.
"I don't believe that it was a car accident," she said, sounding certain.
My interest was piqued.
