Rachel flinched.
Daniel noticed.
And that was when the last piece of doubt inside him disappeared.
Because Rachel was not reacting like someone caught in a lie.
She was reacting like someone trapped.
“Mom,” Daniel said, his voice lower now. “What did you tell her?”
Margaret crossed her arms.
“I told her the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That pregnancy does not make someone helpless.”
Daniel stared at her.
“That is not an answer.”
Margaret sighed dramatically.
“She was always too sensitive. You know that.”
“No.”
Daniel’s voice sharpened.
“Tell me what happened.”
Margaret looked away.
And Rachel finally spoke.
Quietly.
“I fell.”
Daniel turned back to her.
“What?”
“I fell in the kitchen.”
“When?”
