“Lucas, tell me the truth,” she said, her tone half fear, half demand. “What’s going on?”
He shook his head, his eyes filled with a fear far too mature for his fifteen years.
“If you had started that car, we wouldn’t be here talking,” he finally answered.
And in that instant, the cold wind swept through the empty garage behind them, as if confirming that something horribly real had almost happened.
The truth hadn’t been spoken yet, but Helen already felt it with a heartbreaking clarity.
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