I pulled my hands away. “H-how do you know that?”
Callahan turned slightly toward me. “Because there’s something you don’t know.”
A chill moved through my body. “What are you talking about?”
He removed his glasses. For one terrifying second, I thought he was about to confess he could see—that every part of our relationship had been built on a lie.
But then he looked directly toward my voice and slightly beyond it, and I understood. He wasn’t looking at me.
He was staring into darkness.
“I was there that afternoon, Merry,” Callahan whispered at last.
I sat down heavily on the bed because my legs no longer felt reliable.
“I was 16,” he continued quietly. “My friends and I had gone to visit Mike. He lived two houses down from you.”
I recognized the name immediately. Mike had been our neighbor’s son, the one who blasted loud music through thin apartment walls.
“We were stupid boys doing reckless things we didn’t truly understand,” Callahan admitted.
He told me they had been fooling around behind the building, siphoning gas, daring each other, showing off with the careless arrogance teenage boys often carry. Then one bad decision became a spark, and a leak nobody respected became something impossible to stop.
All the boys ran.
Every one of them.
Mike’s family moved away not long afterward. Callahan stayed and saw my name in a newspaper days later.
“A girl named Merritt survived with severe scarring,” he said softly, repeating the words he had read all those years ago. “That stayed with me.”
A few months later came the car crash that killed Callahan’s parents, his brother, and his sight. For 20 years, he carried the guilt completely alone.
I sat there crying before I even realized tears had started falling. My wedding night had split open into a room crowded with ghosts I never invited inside.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked.
Callahan gave a hollow laugh. “At first, I wasn’t certain it was you. Then you told me your name, and I got scared.”
He confirmed his suspicion through a friend. The woman he loved was the girl from the explosion. He tried to walk away. He couldn’t.
