Sarah looked at me like I’d just destroyed her entire world.
Her mom dropped the glass she was holding. It shattered all over the kitchen floor, but nobody moved. Nobody even looked down.
I couldn’t breathe. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the photo album.
“Six years ago,” I said quietly, “there was a car accident. A man died.”
Sarah’s face went pale instantly.
I already knew she understood.
“I was driving the other car.”
The room went dead silent.
Her mom started crying before Sarah did. Real crying too, the kind where someone tries to stay strong but completely falls apart anyway.
Sarah just stared at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.
Then she asked the question I was terrified of.
“Were you drunk?”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first.
Because the answer was yes.
