CHAPTER 62: The Truth

George

I stare at Allen, not sure if I've heard him right. My mind reels, and for a moment, I can't process what he's just said.

"What did you say?" My voice comes out low, tight, like I'm trying to hold something together that's about to shatter.

Allen shifts uncomfortably, his guilt practically radiating from him. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a long, weary sigh. "It wasn't Charlotte who nursed you back to health while you were in that vegetative state, George," he says, eyes avoiding mine. "It was Ella."

Ella. Her name hits me like a freight train. I blink, my brain scrambling to make sense of the words, but the meaning eludes me. It can't be true. My heart hammers in my chest as I search his face for a sign that this is some cruel joke.