Damien looked at him.
There was something in the way Ken said it that told him he was about to uncover yet another layer of Viktor’s deception, and whatever came next would likely be another reality he wasn’t going to like.
“You and I both know Cassandra’s mental state was already fragile even before the accident,” Ken continued.
“And the way she was living was only making it worse. Antidepressants, sleeping pills, alcohol, drugs. She was mixing things that never should have been mixed while already barely holding herself together.”
He paused and let out a heavy breath, shaking his head.
“She was hanging by a thread long before she got behind the wheel that night. The accident was simply what finally snapped it.”
His expression grew somber.
“Cassandra Volkov was complicated. Reckles
