Daniel exhaled slowly.
“Thursday night, I got a call from Mercy General in Trenton. They said he had been admitted in critical condition. Kidney failure, infection, blood pressure crashing. He was alone. He had no one else.”
“And why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I panicked.”
“Panic does not justify buying lies in bulk, Daniel.”
He was silent for a moment before going on.
“Because I was ashamed, Rebecca. Ashamed that I still cared. Ashamed to run after a man who never ran after me. Ashamed you would think I was weak. And…” His voice cracked. “I found out something else.”
Every nerve in my body went alert.
“What?”
“I have a sister.”
I couldn’t speak.
“What?”
“His daughter with another woman. She’s sixteen. Her name is Hannah. Her mother died two months ago. She was alone with him at the hospital. Alone, Rebecca. Signing forms, listening to doctors, no money, no idea what to do.”
I leaned against a shelf full of handbags.
For a second, I wanted to stay angry.
I had the right.
He had lied. He had disappeared for two days. He had made me imagine the worst while something inside me quietly bled.
But a sixteen-year-old girl alone in a public hospital while her father was dying was the kind of image that could cut through any armor.
“You spent the weekend there?” I asked, quieter now.
“Yes. I brought clothes. Paid for tests the hospital couldn’t process quickly enough. Handled paperwork. Slept in a plastic chair. I tried to tell you so many times. I swear. But every time I started typing, I deleted it.”
“And you decided pretending to work was better.”
“I know. I was a coward.”
“You were.”
The answer came quickly.
He didn’t defend himself.
