From the bed, Noah spoke clearly for the first time.
“You already blamed me once.”
Evelyn turned toward him.
“What are you talking about?”
Noah covered his face.
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Daniel closed his eyes, as though this was the truth he had feared most.
“After the accident,” Noah continued, “I heard you tell Grandma that Rebecca would still be alive if she had not needed to drive me to the tournament. You thought I was asleep, but I heard you.”
It felt as though all the air had been pulled from Evelyn’s body.
She remembered that night.
She had been sedated, devastated, and desperate to find someone to blame.
She had said cruel things and later forced herself to forget them.
She had never imagined that Noah had carried those words for five years.
“Sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking clearly…”
“But you said it.”
