Chapter 21 - I APOLOGIZE TO ETHANI thought protecting Ethan meant never letting him see me afraid.

That was wrong.
One night at Aunt Melissa’s, he asked:
“Did you know Gary hit me before?”
I froze.
“I knew he scared you.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Nine years old.
Brutal precision.
“I saw bruises.”
“Did you think it was him?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why didn’t you tell?”
Because I was seventeen.
Because Mom always explained bruises.
Because Ethan climbed trees.
Because accusing Gary felt like detonating the house.
Because I had learned to measure danger by whether Mom called it danger.
I said:
“I should have asked you.”
Ethan looked down.
Then:
“I would’ve told.”
That hurt.
“I’m sorry.”
He nodded.
No absolution scene.
Then asked if I wanted to play Mario Kart.
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I lost four races.
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