Jessica's brow furrowed, her voice low and edged with unease. "What do you mean easier?" She asked, praying it wasn't what she feared.
"Exactly what you're thinking. He had every report about that incident blocked by himself."
Richard exhaled slowly, his tone carrying both reluctance and finality. "I guess you still have to go back to him."
"To Davis? Impossible." Jessica muttered under her breath, her hands tightening in her lap.
Richard shook his head, resigned. "Any attempt to dig into it now, he'll know. And for me… you understand what that means."
Jessica's eyes hardened with quiet resolve. "Then I'll get it myself."
Amongst all she had expected to hear, never once had she imagined Davis would go so far as to block every trace of the accident.
Her thoughts spiraled, tumbling one after another.
Did that mean no one knew about her being in an accident?
Was it only the closest family members who had been told?
