I looked at the stain on her sleeve and asked the only question that mattered. “Who did you hit?” Before she could answer, my mother slapped me and demanded that I stop interrogating my sister.

“What’s important is protecting Camila’s future,” my father said coldly. “She has a fiancé, clients, and a reputation. You have nothing to lose.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket with a message from my court clerk: The secure conference line is ready, Judge Delgado. I turned the screen over before anyone noticed.

As sirens echoed through the garage, my mother ordered me to tell the officers I had panicked after the accident and driven home. I looked directly at Camila and asked one last time if she had caused the crash-