As I watched my family enjoying, I cleared my throat at an inopportune moment. "Dad, Mom, I got a call from the police yesterday. They said they found the truck driver who hit me back then."
The room froze for a second.
Fiona's fork clattered to the floor with a crisp sound, but she just stared at me, wide-eyed with fear and confusion.
My parents instinctively frowned, looking like they wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
"Chloe." In the end, it was Wyatt who broke the silence. "Are you sure you heard correctly? Wasn't this case closed a while ago? The insurance company compensated us, and I settled everything with the police. Why would they find the driver now?"
"Exactly, Chloe," my mother chimed in. "You must have heard it wrong. That truck driver had it tough too. Maybe he panicked and ran off then."
"How could they have found him? That doesn't make sense..." Fiona muttered to herself, glancing over at Wyatt..
"Chloe, sometimes it's best to let things go. There's no need to keep pursuing this," Wyatt continued to persuade.
Back when the accident happened, I was too emotionally unstable to deal with the authorities, so Wyatt handled everything.