"Barbara, what did that text this morning mean? You're breaking up with me..."
His words stopped abruptly. His eyes landed on the bandage across my forehead.
Eric froze. "Y-you're hurt? What happened?"
I stood up calmly, as if reciting lines I'd practiced countless times.
"That car at the airport. It didn't just hit your precious friend."
The irritation faded from Eric's face. Something close to guilt replaced it.
He swallowed. "I'm sorry. Everything happened so fast. Lena was lying on the ground. She passed out. I panicked, so I rushed her to the hospital."
"Really?" I tilted my head. "Was it serious? Did she break an arm? A leg? Internal bleeding? A concussion?"
Eric's expression darkened. His voice lowered. "She sprained her ankle. The doctor told her to stay in bed."
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