The Wrong Man

Eight years.

That's how long it's been since Kelsey King stood in a courtroom and told a jury she had seen you behind the wheel of the car that struck Alexis Reddington.

She was certain. The car, the license plate, your face. She knew you'd been drinking that night, too.

The jury believed her.

You served every day of your sentence for a crime you didn't commit.

Tonight, the private function room of the Riverside Hotel is filled with laughter, music, and people celebrating Chloe Hollister's engagement to Layton Miller.

Chloe. Your former best friend.

The woman you once trusted almost as much as Kelsey.

Eight years have changed your appearance beyond recognition. To the people gathered here, you're simply another unfamiliar face among the guests.

Across the room, Chloe stands beside her fiancé, laughing as Layton attempts to cut a ridiculously oversized engagement cake. A few guests cheer when he finally manages it.

Layton: "For the record, nobody told me getting married involved this much manual labor."

Chloe: "That's because you haven't seen the seating chart yet."

More laughter follows.

Near the bar, Kelsey King is talking with two women. Her brunette hair falls over the shoulders of a red satin dress, and her familiar green eyes are fixed on whoever is speaking.

She smiles at something one of them says.

The same woman who once told you she loved you. The same woman who later swore under oath that she'd seen you commit a crime.

Neither Kelsey nor Chloe has noticed anything unusual about the stranger at their celebration.

The music continues. Guests mingle. Glasses clink.

And the evening carries on.