Patricia eventually took a plea deal. The district attorney dropped the felony murder charge. In exchange, she pleaded guilty to attempted murder, solicitation of murder, and conspiracy.
At her sentencing hearing, the prosecutor played my video in the courtroom.
The whole room went silent while it played on the big screen.
The rain. Her gray coat. The tool in her hand. My Subaru.
That small metallic sound.
Then Patricia standing up and looking straight toward my house.
Watching it again on that screen, for one second, I wondered if she’d actually seen me in that window after all.
She hadn’t. She’d just glanced up at the house before she walked to her car.
The judge sentenced Patricia Carter to twenty-four years in the North Carolina state prison system.
Before the deputies led her away in handcuffs, Patricia turned around.
She looked at Ethan.
Not at me. Never at me.
“I did it for you, Ethan,” she said. “Everything I ever did was for you.”
Ethan stared at his mother across that courtroom.
“No, Mom,” he said quietly. “You did it because you couldn’t control me anymore.”
That was the last conversation the two of them ever had outside of prison walls.
I sold the little Craftsman house six months later. I couldn’t stand looking out that upstairs bedroom window anymore.
When the insurance investigation was finally over, they released what was left of my Subaru. There was almost nothing worth recovering. I signed it over to a salvage yard without ever looking at it.
The mechanic who’d inspected the wreckage for the investigation told me one thing I’ve never been able to forget.
He said the damage Patricia did wouldn’t have failed right away. The car would have worked fine at first. Normally, even. For a few miles. Then the brakes would’ve gotten softer. And softer.
And then they’d have stopped working altogether.
On a downhill curve. In the rain.
That detail haunts me more than any of the photographs.
Because it means Ethan drove that car to the Exxon without any idea something was wrong.
If Daniel Ross hadn’t stolen it, Ethan would’ve driven it home that night. Up the hill on our street. Or maybe he’d have driven Claire somewhere first.
Ethan could have died. Claire could have died.
And I knew enough to stop it.
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