Cassie nearly drove off the road. "What?"
"I followed Doug that night. At least, I think I did." Carol huffed out a shaky breath. "After you showed me that letter, I felt a… a crack. In my memory. Bits and pieces right now. I feel like I was there, Cassie. I think I saw what happened."
"Is this a trick?" she asked. "Because you've spent the last eight years being hateful, spiteful, rude, and mean."
"I know. I didn't realize… that my memories had been sealed. I've always felt this searing hatred toward the Willowstones. But now it seems like I've been carrying around another person's hate. Like these feelings don't belong to me."
She heard the sincerity of her voice and she wanted to believe she was telling her the truth. But eight years of vitriol from this woman had taught her harsh lessons. "You said you believe me."
