Chương 6
At the hospital, Lena finally agreed to call her sister.
The conversation lasted eleven minutes.
Her sister cried for six of them.
Lena cried for only one.
The rest of the time, she listened.
After the call ended, she sat quietly.
Daniel stood near the door.
"You can leave."
He nodded.
"I know."
She looked at him.
"Why haven't you?"
Daniel looked at the floor.
"Because seven years ago, I left when I should have stayed."
The words sat there.
Lena did not respond immediately.
"You don't get to fix that tonight."
"I know."
"You don't get to walk back into my life because something terrible happened."
"I know."
She looked frustrated.
"Stop agreeing with me."
A small smile appeared on his face.
"Sorry."
That annoyed her more.
She almost smiled.
Almost.
Then her expression changed.
"Did you ever tell me the truth about Michael?"
Daniel went still.
The question he feared arrived.
"I told you what happened."
"That's not what I asked."
He looked at her.
"No."
The honesty surprised both of them.
Lena looked away.
"Why?"
Daniel sat down.
"Because I was ashamed."
"Of him?"
"Of me."
She waited.
"Michael made a mistake."
Daniel rubbed his hands together.
"I made a different one."
"What?"
"I thought protecting him meant protecting my family."
Lena's eyes narrowed.
"And you decided I wasn't part of that family?"
"No."
"That's exactly what you did."
He had no argument.
Because she was right.
The room became quiet.
Then Daniel's phone vibrated.
Neither of them moved at first.
Then Daniel looked at the screen.
Another message from Victor.
This time there was no picture.
Only words.
Ask Lena what happened the night she found out about Michael.
Daniel looked up.
Lena saw his expression.
"What?"
He did not answer.
She reached for the phone.
Daniel hesitated.
Then handed it to her.
She read the message.
The color slowly left her face.
Because there was something Victor knew.
Something Daniel did not.
And something Lena had spent seven years trying not to remember.
Lena kept staring at the message until the words stopped looking like words.
Her thumb rested against the edge of the phone.
She did not hand it back.
"Why would he say that?" Daniel asked.
She did not answer.
"Lena."
Her eyes moved from the screen to the window.
"Because he knows."
"Knows what?"
She swallowed.
For a moment, she looked like she was back inside the freezer.
Not physically.
Somewhere else.
Somewhere colder.
"The night I found out about Michael wasn't the night you think it was."
Daniel stood slowly.
"What does that mean?"
Lena looked down at the phone.
"I never told you everything either."
The admission landed harder than he expected.
He had spent seven years building a story where he was the person who failed and Lena was the person who walked away.
There had been no room in that story for her secrets.
"Tell me."
She looked at him.
"Do you remember the night before we ended things?"
Daniel nodded.
"I came to your apartment."
"Yes."
"You were packing."
"Yes."
"And you told me you couldn't marry someone who could hide something that serious from you."
Lena's fingers tightened around the phone.
"I meant it."
"I know."
"But that wasn't the only reason."
Daniel waited.
The monitor beside her bed continued making a quiet rhythmic sound.
A sound that belonged to ordinary life.
A heartbeat.
A machine.
A reminder that while they were reopening old wounds, two new lives were still waiting.
"After I found out about Michael," Lena said, "I went to the police station."
Daniel's face changed.
"You what?"
"I didn't report Michael."
"Then why?"
"Because I wanted to know what actually happened."
Daniel looked confused.
"You believed me."
"I believed what you told me."
The distinction hurt.
Lena looked toward the floor.
"But something didn't make sense."
"What?"
"The accident report."
Daniel said nothing.
"You told me Michael lost control because he was drunk."
His expression shifted.
"He was."
"That's not what the report said."
The room seemed to shrink.
"What did it say?"
Lena looked at him.
"It said the other driver was never tested."
Daniel frowned.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"No."
Her voice became quieter.
"But the report also said Michael left the scene."
Daniel looked away.
"He panicked."
"You told me he stayed."
Silence.
Daniel's breathing changed.
Not dramatically.
Just enough.
"Lena."
"I know."
"No."
He stepped back.
"You don't understand."
"Then explain."
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Because suddenly he was not defending his brother.
He was trying to defend the version of himself who had made impossible choices and convinced himself they were temporary.
"Michael called me," Daniel said.
"When?"
"After it happened."
"What did he say?"
Daniel stared at the wall.
"He said someone was hurt."
"Only that?"
"No."
He rubbed his forehead.
"He said he needed help."
Lena waited.
"He said he was scared."
"And you went."
"Yes."
"What did you see?"
Daniel closed his eyes.
The memory returned.
His brother standing beside the damaged truck.
The broken side mirror.
The smell of gasoline.
The panic in his voice.
Not a monster.
Not innocent either.
Just a person who had made a terrible decision and then made another one trying to escape it.
"I saw the car," Daniel said.
"And?"
"I saw the driver."
Lena went still.
"You never told me that."
"No."
"Why?"
Daniel looked at her.
"Because the driver was okay."
She stared.
"What?"
"He was injured, but alive."
"And Michael?"
"He wanted to call for help."
Daniel paused.
"Then he didn't."
The room was silent.
"Why?"
"Because he had warrants."
Lena looked away.
That answer was not enough.
Daniel knew it.
"He thought he would go to prison."
"So you helped him leave."
Daniel nodded.
"Yes."
"You let someone hurt another person and walk away."
"Yes."
The honesty was painful.
Lena looked at him for a long time.
"You really did ruin everything."
Daniel nodded.
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"I know."
"But that's not what Victor is talking about."
