He shoved the papers back into the shoebox, breath coming in shudders. This seemed to have a beginning in events, way before the hospital, and everything that tore his life apart. Ethan sat in the quiet, fighting the urge to call the police back. He wasn’t sure where the truth lay anymore.
Ethan sat motionless for a few minutes after finding the receipts, the shoebox still at his feet. Then he grabbed his keys. If the police wanted to follow protocol, fine, but he wouldn’t just sit here. The parking tickets listed an address. He needed to know, and he would!