Was he the person who had saved Arwen that night? 

Ryan froze when he saw Delyth stepping out of that car. 

Getting out of the cab, she lingered there for a moment before striding towards Arwen's wrecked vehicle. 

The ease with which she moved sent an icy chill through his veins. 

"She …" His throat tightened, the words lodging there like a stone. 

Even though the truth was glaringly obvious, he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. 

Desperately, he forced himself to watch —hoping, praying —that he would find something to lessen his guilt. Some small shred of evidence that would explain away the sickening weight pressing on his chest. 

But there came nothing. 

As the video continued, he saw Delyth lean in, peering into Arwen's car window. She took a long, deliberate look —then turned away. 

No urgency. No panic. 

Just a cold, evil indifference. 

Ryan's jaw clenched so hard it ached.