“That’s not true,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “I don’t know her.”
But her voice betrayed her.
There was fear in it now.
Real fear.
Daniel turned toward her slowly.
“You told me she was gone,” he said.
His voice was quiet.
But it carried something that hadn’t been there before.
Victoria didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Because the truth was already unraveling in front of everyone.
The girl stepped forward again, her small voice cutting through the tension.
“She wasn’t gone,” she said. “She just couldn’t stay.”
The words settled into the room like something irreversible.
Daniel looked between them.
The child.
The woman beside him.
The life he thought he understood.
And suddenly, nothing felt certain anymore.
Fragments of memory began to surface—things he had ignored, things he had accepted without question, things he had chosen not to see.
Until now.
He took a slow breath.
Then he looked back at the girl.
“…Why did you come here?” he asked gently.
His voice had changed again.
Softer.
Almost fragile.
The girl gave a small, honest smile.
Not triumphant.
Not proud.
Just… sincere.
“So you would know the truth,” she said.
A pause.
“And so you wouldn’t be alone anymore.”
Something inside Daniel broke quietly.
Not in a way anyone could see.
But enough.
