My voice was trembling.
“What truth? What the hell is going on?!”
“Don’t raise your voice,” he whispered, his lips barely moving. “Please… just trust me for a few minutes.”
Trust.
The word felt almost insulting.
“I buried you, Karl,” I said, my throat tightening. “I stood there while they lowered your coffin into the ground. I said goodbye to you. Do you understand what that did to me?”
His jaw tightened. For a moment, he closed his eyes.
“I know,” he said quietly. “And if there had been any other way… I would’ve taken it.”
I let out a shaky breath, my fingers gripping the edge of the seat so tightly they hurt.
“Start talking,” I said. “Right now.”
