She didn’t answer. Then it all fell into place. She was so sick the other day. I knew there had to be more to it than the black eye and the twisted ankle. “Or do you mean... I can’t believe it! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her face paled. “I... I didn’t know you...” she stammered. “It’s... private... humiliating... It’s not something you tell a complete stranger...”
Oh, I’m such a tool. “I guess... But I could have helped... done something more... if I had’ve known...” I raked my fingers through my hair, wishing I could do something to help. Then it hit me. “s**t. I caused you to trip and you had broken ribs!”
She blinked up at me. “Don’t... Don’t do that to yourself. You didn’t know. And you did more than enough to help me. And thank you for that. But I didn’t want to have to answer a whol
