64. What Really Matters
Dylan
As soon as I insert the key into the lock and open the door, I come face to face with my brother.
“How is she?” he asks immediately.
I don't respond. I head straight to the kitchen to get something to drink. My throat is dry, and I feel like I have a weight on my shoulders.
“She has a fractured tibia,” I say from the doorway. “They're operating on her tomorrow. She won't be able to walk for quite some time.”
We both remain silent. There's no need to say more: this is a true tragedy for Michelle. But beyond the accident, something inside me knows this is going to change everything. Above all, it's going to change our relationship.
“I suppose she'll have to spend more time taking care of her daughter,” he continues, choosing his words carefully. “I'll tal
