Lara froze. The question landed abruptly—like a stone dropped into still water.
Blame the driver? She hadn't even thought about it.
The truth was… she couldn't. There was nothing there. No memory. No anger. No grief she could personally recall.
Just facts she had been told.
"The report says it was an accident," she said slowly. "So I don't blame the driver."
Her voice remained steady.
"Besides… I lost my memory. I can't remember anything from that time."
She glanced at him briefly.
"Even the people involved in the incident."
For a moment, the hallway seemed unusually quiet.
Asher lowered his gaze.
Then he inhaled deeply. When he spoke again, his voice was heavier.
"I wish you could remember."
Lara's brows knit slightly.
"Why?"
Asher looked down at her. His eyes darkened with emotion so deep, Lara could not pull away.
There was no avoiding it now.
"I am the driver," he said quietly.
His voice was low, but the words seemed to echo along the silent hallway.
