(Jason's POV)
I sink into the chair Samuel just vacated. Run both hands through my hair.
"She sabotaged your car."
"We don't know that—"
"I know that." I look up at her. "Caroline, this wasn't an accident. You're the most careful driver I know. You don't just crash. Not without a reason."
"The brakes failed," she says quietly. "I was coming down the garage ramp and I pressed the brake and nothing happened. I tried the emergency brake but I was going too fast. I couldn't stop."
"Brake failure." My hands curl into fists. "That doesn't just happen. Someone cut the line. Or tampered with the system. Or—"
"We don't have proof, Jason."
"I don't need proof. I know it was her."
"So do I." Caroline reaches for my hand. "But knowing and proving are different things. And without evidence—"
