“The part”—Jack shouted—“where I wasn’t driving!” The room fell quiet. Jack blinked at the floor, like he couldn’t believe he’d actually said it. Hank took a step back and shook his head, like he was trying to clear it out. “Honey, you…” Connie said, looking up at Jack utterly bewildered. “I wasn’t driving the car that night,” Jack said again, quieter. “Drew was driving.”
