Chapter 3: The Truth She Hid
I couldn’t move.
For several seconds, I honestly wondered if I had heard her correctly.
The words didn’t make sense.
They floated in the air like something from a nightmare.
“Say that again.””
Rebecca didn’t look away.
“Adam…”
“No.””
My voice was barely a whisper.
“Say exactly what you meant.””
Her expression changed.
Not guilt.
Not regret.
Fear.
“She wasn’t supposed to survive.””
I felt like the floor disappeared beneath me.
“You’re talking about Lily.””
“Yes.””
“My daughter.””
Rebecca swallowed.
“Yes.””
I stared at the woman standing in front of me.
The woman who had kissed Lily goodnight.
The woman who had taken pictures at the hospital.
The woman who had told everyone she was grateful our little girl was still alive.
“What are you saying?””
Rebecca stepped forward.
I immediately stepped back.
“Don’t come near me.””
She stopped.
“Adam, there are things you don’t know.””
“Then tell me.””
“You weren’t there.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Where?””
Her lips trembled.
“The accident.””
I remembered every second of that day.
The phone call.
The hospital.
The doctors telling us Lily had lost her leg.
I remembered Rebecca collapsing into my arms.
I remembered promising our daughter that losing a leg would never stop her from living.
But there was something Rebecca had never told me.
Something hidden behind all those tears.
“What happened that day?””
Rebecca looked toward the photographs.
“She wasn’t supposed to be in the car.””
I froze.
“What?””
“She was supposed to stay home with me.””
“Then why was she there?””
Rebecca said nothing.
“Rebecca.””
Her voice became smaller.
“She followed me.””
I stared.
“Followed you where?””
She looked down.
“To meet someone.””
The silence after that was unbearable.
“You were seeing someone?””
Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears.
“That’s not the point.””
“It is absolutely the point.””
She shook her head.
“You don’t understand.””
“No, I don’t. Because for years I thought I knew the story of how my daughter got hurt.””
Rebecca wiped her face.
“But you don’t know everything.””
I wanted to hate her.
I wanted to scream.
But all I could think about was Lily.
My little girl.
The child who had spent months learning to walk again.
The child who smiled every time she took a step.
The child who had been hiding pain because someone threatened her.
“Why the room?””
Rebecca looked at me.
“What?””
“The pictures.””
Her face changed.
“You weren’t supposed to find those.””
“Why were you taking pictures of her crying?””
Rebecca looked away.
“Because I needed proof.””
“Proof of what?””
“That she was getting worse.””
I shook my head.
“She was a child.””
“You don’t know what she was like.””
I walked past her.
“I know exactly what she’s like.””
Rebecca grabbed my arm.
“Adam, listen to me.””
I pulled away.
“Don’t touch me.””
She stared at me.
Then her voice dropped.
“There’s something you need to know about Lily.””
I turned.
“What?””
Rebecca hesitated.
Then she reached into her pocket.
She pulled out her phone.
On the screen was a message thread.
My name was at the top.
But I had never seen it before.
My face went cold.
“What is that?””
Rebecca looked at me.
“The reason you need to stop trusting everything Lily says.””
I stared at the phone.
Then the screen lit up with a new message.
From a number I didn’t recognize.
Rebecca looked at it.
And the color drained from her face.
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The message said:
*“He found the room. It’s time to tell him what really happened.””*
