"M-Murder?" Rachel stuttered through her trembling lips.
Jasper nodded slowly, his gaze drawn to the photo of young Abigail with her parents on the hearth. His childhood memories flashed through his mind at that precise moment.
How much had he enjoyed watching her smile?
He was disappointed that he couldn't express his feelings for her. He sighed, his gaze falling to his fingers.
"It has yet to be proven. The cops couldn't find any evidence against the murderer at the time, and they couldn't even figure out how the accident happened. It is still assumed that she was drunk when she lost control of the car. However, her sister reopened the case."
He then told her about the informant, who had contacted Anastasia but was killed in the woods before telling her about the accident.
Rachel was pale with terror. She kept staring at him with her wide eyes, forgetting to blink.