Little Details

Zara and Ace sat across from the police officer, watching the CCTV footage on the monitor.

On the screen, a car sped past, barely caught by the cameras. It was moving so fast that even in slow motion, it was a blur.

Then the officer paused the video.

Zara leaned in, her stomach tightening. The car was hers. The plate number confirmed it.

"You're saying I drove like this?" she asked, frowning.

"Last night, to be exact," the officer replied.

Zara shook her head. "No, that's not possible. I was sick last night. I couldn't—"

Her words trailed off as she turned to Ace. He was looking away, his jaw tight, his hands stiff on his lap.

She didn't need to ask. His silence said it all.

"Did you…?"

Ace exhaled sharply. "I was driving," he admitted, his voice flat.

The officer chuckled. "Do you realize how serious this is?"

"You were going 183 mph in a 55 mph zone. That's beyond reckless—it's dangerous."