When David and Jo eventually made their way back to Summer Bay, following David’s transfer to Yabbie Creek police station, the reunion that might have been expected was anything but warm. Lacey, still deeply wounded by the events of their past, refused to embrace the idea of reconnecting with her siblings. She continued to hold tightly to her belief that Jo had played a role in their mother’s death, and her bitterness cast a long shadow over every interaction. Even the sight of David in uniform brought her no comfort, for the family bond that should have united them remained fractured, scarred by suspicion and resentment.

The situation became even more strained when David uncovered the truth about what Lacey had been doing with the money from the sale of the family home. Instead of using it for stability or to rebuild her life, she had secretly funneled the funds into hiring a private investigator, determined to dig up proof that Jo was guilty. To David, this revelation was like a final turning point. For too long he had stood on the sidelines, hoping that time might heal the wounds or that the truth would one day simply emerge. But seeing his sister consumed by her obsession, unwilling to let go of the past, convinced him that it was his responsibility to step forward.

Haunted by memories yet driven by duty, David made the difficult decision to finally confront the case that had torn their family apart. He approached the police archives and formally requested access to the file, the one he had avoided for years because the thought of reading through the details of his mother’s death had felt unbearable. As he held the worn folder in his hands, he was struck by the weight of both the paper and the emotions it carried. He knew that inside were answers—perhaps painful, perhaps liberating—but essential if the family was ever to move on.

For David, this was no longer just about solving a mystery. It was about seeking closure, about giving Lacey and Jo a chance to finally breathe without the heavy burden of unanswered questions. Whether the truth would vindicate Jo or shatter what little trust remained, he understood that facing it was the only way forward. With a deep breath, he prepared himself to uncover the secrets that had lingered in silence for far too long.

Although every detail of the report appeared to be in order and nothing raised immediate suspicion, David could not shake a lingering sense of unease. He double-checked everything carefully, going over Jo’s records line by line. Her drink and drug test results were exactly as he had anticipated—entirely clean, showing no trace of substances that could have impaired her on the night of the accident. On paper, she was cleared of wrongdoing. Yet despite this reassuring confirmation, something about the case continued to gnaw at him, as though a vital piece of the puzzle had been overlooked.

What caught his attention most was the curious absence of information regarding the emergency call that had first alerted authorities to the scene. The file made no mention of who had contacted the services that night, as if the identity of the caller had been deliberately omitted or casually dismissed as unimportant. This struck David as unusual. For an investigation that had otherwise been thorough, leaving such a gap felt careless—or worse, intentional.

Jo, for her part, had never questioned it deeply. She had always assumed, almost without thought, that a random passer-by who happened upon the crash had dialed the number. It was a simple, convenient explanation, one she had clung to in order to avoid reopening wounds. But David’s instincts told him otherwise. If the family was to find true closure, every detail had to be brought into the light, including this overlooked call.

Determined, he put in an official request to obtain the audio recording. The process was slow, and when the file finally landed on his desk, he felt a tightening in his chest. He pressed play, expecting to hear the calm but unfamiliar voice of a stranger. Instead, what emerged from the speakers left him stunned and speechless. It wasn’t a passer-by at all. The voice on the line was unmistakable—shaken, hurried, and filled with panic—it was Jo herself who had dialed for help in the aftermath of the accident.

David sat frozen, his mind racing. Why had Jo never mentioned this? Why had she let everyone believe it had been someone else? And above all, what did it mean about what really happened that night? For the first time, the ground beneath his assumptions shifted, leaving him more uncertain than ever about where the truth truly lay.

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