It wasn't my fault. I need you to understand that before I tell you what happened.
I was driving home from work, same route I always take. The light turned yellow just as I approached the intersection. Yellow means "proceed with caution," not "stop." Anyone would have gone through. There was no time to brake safely.
That's when the other car appeared from nowhere. She ran the red light - I'm almost certain of it. Or maybe it had just turned green for her. Either way, I was already in the intersection. What was I supposed to do?
The impact wasn't as bad as it sounds. Some damage to both cars, sure, but nobody was seriously hurt. The other driver made a huge scene, crying and calling the police like I'd done something wrong. Her daughter was in the back seat - that's what really upset her, I think. The girl was fine. Just scared.
When the police came, the other driver told them I ran a red light. That's not true. It was yellow - I'm 90% sure. The intersection has cameras, but the officer said those recordings aren't always available. It'll probably come down to my word against hers.
She had a witness, too. Someone walking their dog who "saw the whole thing." But eyewitnesses are unreliable - I read that somewhere. And this woman was across the street. How clearly could she have seen the light from that angle?
I've been driving for fifteen years without a single accident. Fifteen years. That has to count for something. The other driver looked young, barely old enough to have a kid that age. Maybe she's the one who should be more careful.
It wasn't my fault. I need you to believe that.