"First," Claire began slowly. "First he brought out the police report of the accident and then..."
She paused, and finished her drink in one gulp. She had a feeling she'd be drinking a lot more as the night went on, or possibly even drugs. Either or, she wanted to block out all memories from earlier today, and the years before.
"Then, my car," Claire paused, face scrunching up again. "My old car, the one I crashed, it appeared out of nowhere, and it was full..." she paused again and moistened her lip. "Full," this time she paused to hold back a sob.
It took her a few seconds to recover and when she did her eyes were fixated on the bar counter. "Full to the bursting with blood...my mum's blood."