Thomas survived.
My parents didn’t.
I felt like I was watching someone else’s life unfold.
Not mine.
“Was it his fault?” I asked.
My voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore.
She shook her head.
“No.”
The brakes had failed.
Completely.
There was nothing he could have done.
But Thomas never believed that.
He carried it.
Every version of “what if.”
Every possible way he could’ve done something differently.
Every second.
For the rest of his life.
And then came the part that broke something in me completely.
After the accident, there was a call.
No family.
No one to take me.
I would’ve gone into the system.
