Chapter 51
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
ASHLEY
What just happened? Why did he go from almost caring about whether I was hurt to threatening in less than a heartbeat?
Is he just crazy? Is it that easy for him to flip the switch in his brain? Or did something I say trigger the change?
I don’t know why, but I don’t think he’s crazy. All the time he spent in prison will have affected him, I don’t doubt that, but he’s not crazy.
After watching the recordings, and now that the shock of seeing myself on camera in an interview I don’t remember is wearing off, I’m starting to understand his anger.
What if he’s right and my memory of that night is wrong? But why would it be? Why would I claim I saw something different?
No one asked me what hand he was holding the knife in. Would it have made a difference if they did? If I’d told someone I saw it in his right hand, when he’s left-handed?
But what if I didn’t see him holding the knife at all, like he says?
Why would I say I did?
The same questions go around and around in my head.
Why was Detective Holson so adamant that I saw Zain holding a knife?
There’s only one way to see if my memory was wrong. I need to turn around. I need to think about that night. I need to relive it and see if I can remember what I really saw.
Resting one hand against the wooden door, I take a deep breath, and then turn to face the room …