He glanced down, as if he were seeing it all over again.
“I rode toward the sound,” he continued. “And when I got there, the car was already damaged. Smoke had started to build up. The other car involved had stopped for a few seconds but quickly drove off. I didn’t think. I just dropped my bike and ran to your parents’ car.”
I gripped the wheels of my chair.
“I rode toward the sound.”
“I saw you in the back seat. You were unconscious. I pulled your door open and got you out, then dragged you away from the car.”
My throat went dry.
“My parents?”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“I tried. I went back and pulled at their doors, but they wouldn’t open. I was too small. I couldn’t get them out. The fire was getting worse. I had to make a choice: stay there or get you somewhere safe.”
The silence between us stretched.
“You were unconscious.”
My eyes burned with tears.
“I moved you farther from the wreckage and the road, but where you were visible. Then I bolted.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I told my parents. Everything. But they told me to stay quiet. Said it would bring attention we didn’t need and would complicate things. I was a child. I didn’t know what to do. So I listened.”
I let out a slow breath.
“But all these years, I never forgot. Not once.”
“Then I bolted.”
Daniel looked at me.
“When I transferred to your school and recognized you, I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought maybe you’d moved on. I didn’t want to drag you back into it.”
“And prom?” I asked.
He gave a small, tired smile. “That was me being your friend. And the officers, I went to them last week.”
I swallowed.
“Why now?”
“Because I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore, and because there’s something else.”
“I went to them last week.”
“I drew an image all those years ago of the back of the car that was involved in your accident and kept the drawing. I gave it to the police. I think that’s why they visited you this morning.”
My hands trembled slightly.
“Do you mind going to the station with me? I think I’m ready to hear what the officers came to tell me this morning.”
“Of course.” Daniel pulled out his phone and called a ride.
“I gave it to the police.”
***
When we got to the police station, I quickly spotted one of the officers, and he came over.
I apologized for my behavior earlier and explained I was ready to hear the rest of the truth.
“It’s okay, Miss. I understand your reaction. We came to inform you that we found the car that caused the crash through the license plate Daniel drew. The driver has been arrested, and the matter is being investigated further.”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.
All those years.
All that silence.
I apologized for my behavior.
I thanked the officer and asked that they keep my grandma and me in the loop. He promised they would.
***
Outside the station, I turned to Daniel.
“You saved me.”
He shook his head. “I just did what anyone would’ve done.”
“No. You didn’t just do that. You carried it all this time. And now there might be justice for my parents because of you, again.”
Daniel looked down.
“You saved me.”
I made a decision.
“Come with me,” I said. “To the place it happened.”
Daniel hesitated, but only for a second.
“Okay.”
***
The road looked normal. We didn’t say much when we got there.
I wheeled to the side of the road and stopped. Daniel stood a few feet away.
Then I took a breath.
“I used to think this place was where everything ended. But it’s not. It’s where I stayed.”
He looked at me.
“Come with me.”
“I don’t feel stuck here anymore.”
Daniel nodded as if he understood.
“Thank you. For that night. For telling the truth. And… for asking me to dance.”
A small smile crossed his face.
“Anytime.”
I turned back toward the road.
