Maeve survives the car crash that kills her mother, but everything after feels wrong. She’s sent to live with her estranged father,

a stepmother who tries too hard, and a baby brother she doesn’t know. The weight of what really happened that night crushes

her, but no one knows she was the one driving. She tries to bury the truth—but guilt keeps rising.

In court, Maeve faces the man blamed for her mother’s death, yet something doesn’t sit right. Her memories begin to sharpen:

the rain, the headlights, the keys in her hand. She realizes the truth—she had been driving, not her mother. The guilt consumes

her, but the confession finally escapes her lips.

Back home, Maeve overhears her father confess he barely knows her, that he wasn’t there when it mattered. His regret hits

harder than any verdict. She crumbles under the weight of loss, loneliness, and truth, breaking down in his arms as he tells her

it wasn’t her fault—even if she can’t believe it yet.

Alone in her room, Maeve finds an old letter from her mother addressed to her father. In it, her mother wonders if he’s ready to

be the dad Maeve needs. As she reads the letter, something shifts. Her mother believed in second chances—and maybe, Maeve

thinks, there’s still time to find her place in this unfamiliar home.