my mom a sympathetic smile before turning back to the detective. “I went for a walk just right down the road from our neighborhood. It was dark, and I was stargazing. It happened right where the small hill blocks your view of traffic.” “Do you remember the color or make and model of the car, or if the driver was male or female? At this point, anything can be helpful, Ms. Conrad.” He’s grasping at straws. My mom looks at me, a pained expression written on her features. She can’t comprehend how this happened to her baby girl. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything,” I lie through my teeth. My mom
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