Chapter 15 - THE DELIVERY DRIVER
The delivery driver’s name was Marcus Reed.
Twenty-six at the time of accident.
No drugs.
No alcohol.
Clean record.
He had left the company six months later because he could no longer drive residential routes without panic.
I met him with attorneys present.
He looked at me.
“Is Noah okay?”
The question nearly undid me.
“Yes.”
Marcus cried.
“I thought I killed him.”
“You didn’t.”
“I hit him.”
“You couldn’t stop.”
His eyes lifted.
“They told me he rode into the road on purpose.”
My stomach twisted.
“Who?”
“Your father.”
Dad.
Not Mom.
Another layer.
“At the hospital?”
“Later. Insurance meeting.”
Marcus said my father told investigators Noah had been “reckless lately” and possibly upset.
“He said you didn’t want that in the report because it could embarrass your son.”
I had never said anything like that.
Then Marcus told me:
“There was a camera.”
“I know.”
“No. Across the street.”
A neighbor’s doorbell camera.
Insurance investigators tried obtaining it.
The homeowner said someone from the family already collected the footage.
“Who?”
Marcus looked at a photograph lineup from old claim records.
May you like
He pointed.
My father.
