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made up Cassia’s name. She didn’t stop herself from putting

them in anyway. She knew what she’d find. Just the same

pages displayed, clicked on many times over.

The first was a story from ten years before, about Cassia’s

father. Adalynn now knew about the man Cassia had run from.

He was involved in what people would call the underworld,

the mafia. There wasn’t much to find out. Cassia’s father flew

under the radar and wisely kept his life private. The other

articles were older too, one from the day Cassia graduated, her

name highlighted amongst a list of others, another from a

talent show that Cassia’s private school had held in which

she’d won by playing a classical piece of music.

This time, there was a new one at the top. Adalynn sucked

in a breath and nearly spilled her glass of wine as she reached

to touch her laptop’s trackpad so that she could click on it. The

article had been published in the early hours of that morning.

She gasped at the photos, which she was shocked were

allowed to be displayed at all. They showed the mangled

wreckage of what had been a black sedan. It was overturned,

on its roof, the metal twisted and gouged at horrifying and

impossible angles. She frantically scanned the rest of the

article, scrolling past the gut churning photos until she got to

the text.

In the early hours of yesterday morning this sedan collided

with an oncoming truck going twice the speed limit that tore

through a red light and slammed into them in an intersection.

The fifty-three-year-old driver of the truck sustained no

injuries and is now facing charges since he was well over the

legal blood alcohol limit. The driver and passengers of the

sedan have been taken to the hospital and each remain in