The hospital room was quieter now, the chaos of earlier replaced by low voices and the steady rhythm of machines. Kafziel lay propped up against pillows, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling as if the answers were hidden in the cracks above him.
“So,” his brother finally said, breaking the silence, leaning back in the chair with crossed arms. “What do you remember about the accident, bro?”
Kafziel frowned. His brows pulled together slowly, his face tightening as he searched his mind. “I don’t know, man,” he muttered. “It’s all… fuzzy.”
He closed his eyes, trying harder. The sound of traffic echoed faintly in his memory, mixed with something else—something unreal. His chest tightened slightly.
“Maybe…” he hesitated. “Maybe it was a mirage.”
His brother straightened. “What? A
