Rebecca looked toward the window.
“The accident that put you in this wheelchair…”
I froze.
“What about it?”
She whispered:
“It wasn’t an accident.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
Every doctor.
Every report.
Every explanation.
Everything I had accepted for years…
started falling apart.
Rebecca reached into her bag and pulled out a sealed envelope.
“This was your sister’s.”
“Sammy found it while looking through my old things.”
I stared at the envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Ethan.
My hands shook as I opened it.
Inside was a single page.
Only one sentence was written.
And the moment I read it…
I understood why Sammy had looked at me that morning and known exactly what was broken.
The sentence said:
“Ethan, if you are reading this, it means they failed to stop me from telling you the truth.”
I looked up at Rebecca.
“What happened to my sister?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“She’s alive.”
My breath caught.
“But she’s been hiding for twenty years.”
“From who?”
Rebecca looked toward the door.
Toward the mansion.
Then whispered:
“From the same people who took everything from you.”
And suddenly…
my legs were no longer the most important thing I needed to save.
(To be continued…)
Disclaimer: This story is fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any names, characters, places, or events are fictitious or used fictitiously. No real person or organization is intended to be portrayed
