“I know everything,” I said. “And I have the footage.”
My mother’s face crumpled.
“Chloe, please. We’ll give you anything. Just don’t take this public.”
“You think this is about something I want?”
My father stepped forward, his voice rough.
I looked at him, then at the woman who’d raised me.
“I’m not going to the press today. Terry’s family has been through enough. But you don’t get to be in my life anymore. No calls. No holidays. No pretending.”
“Chloe, we’re your parents,” my mother whispered.
“You stopped being my parents the moment you drove him off that road.”
I took a breath.
“The footage will remain with my lawyer. If either of you ever contacts me again, it goes public. And you’ll fund an accessibility program in Terry’s town, anonymously. If that program doesn’t get funded, the footage goes public too. That’s the deal. Turn your guilt into something that actually helps someone.”
