“Maya,” he said gently.
I stared at the ceiling.
“I didn’t fall.”
“I know.”
“I need to say it.”
His jaw tightened.
“Then say it.”
I turned my head toward him.
“Ethan did this.”
The words filled the small room.
Nothing dramatic followed them.
No thunder.
No sudden relief.
A nurse quietly lowered her eyes and wrote something on the chart.
Liam inhaled once through his nose.
Then he nodded.
“Okay.”
That simple word nearly broke me.
I had expected questions.
Why did you stay?
Why did you go home after the last time?
Why hadn’t you listened?
Instead, my brother sat beside me and said, “Okay.”
A female physician I didn’t know came in a few minutes later.
Dr. Priya Shah.
Liam introduced her as one of his colleagues. He explained, with careful formality, that because I was his sister, he would not direct my care.
