ANNA:
I am shocked by what Fredo has said. How could he feel like this was his fault? I read the messages; it was my fault. I put work first, ruined the party, and then tried to rush to make up for it. It was my fault. “No, I read through our old messages. The accident was my fault. If I hadn’t put work before you and our anniversary party, then I wouldn’t have been rushing and crashed. I am the reason that I lost a part of myself. Now… now I covered in these horrible ugly bruises and can’t remember my life.” Tears start to steam down my face. It is the first time I have said these words out loud. Saying them makes everything so real.
“Anna,” Fredo says as he lifts my chin, forcing me to be eye to eye with him, “no amount of bumps, bruises, or scratches co
