Below her, cars moved through the city.
People went to work.
People bought coffee.
People laughed.
Normal life continued.
Kelly continued.
"Some things are better left in the past."
Allison's hand tightened around the phone.
"You threw a brick at my son."
Silence.
Then Kelly said:
"He survived."
Allison's voice became colder.
"And now you won't."
The call ended.
For the first time since the attack, Allison wasn't afraid.
She was certain.
The Video
Two weeks later, Nick and Allison sat in front of a camera.
There were no dramatic lights.
No music.
No shouting.
Only the two of them.
And the truth.
Allison held up a photograph of Logan in the hospital.
She told the story.
Every detail.
The truck.
The men.