Ken ignored his daughter and casually took another sip of his tea. But when he lowered the cup, he noticed that everyone around the table was now looking at him, clearly waiting for an explanation.
He let out a quiet sigh and settled on an answer—something reasonable enough to satisfy their curiosity while planting just enough doubt in their minds.
For now, that would have to do.
“Fatal collisions don’t always result in criminal charges. Sometimes an accident really is just an accident,” he began, his expression turning thoughtful. “But when people lose their lives, there should still be a thorough investigation into exactly what happened and why.”
“There was,” Maya said quietly. “At least, that’s what we were told.”
Jaime, who had been listening silently, finally spoke.
“May had jus
