Winona instinctively reached out with a tissue to wipe his tears, then suddenly stopped herself and handed it to him instead.
“Don’t worry. We would never believe something that ridiculous.”
“That’s right, Justin. Nathan just wanted attention. He made up this story to make us panic and misunderstand you.”
“Don’t worry. We’re all on your side.”
I closed my eyes in pain.
My family.
My lover.
All of them standing together, promising to always believe the man who killed me.
That night, I overheard Justin on the phone with someone.
“Of course not. When we fell from the snowy mountain, the gloves and the spikes on his boots were damaged. That’s normal, right? Who would ever think I actually messed with them?”
So, it was true…
The broken spikes on my boots that couldn’t grip the ice, my gloves and boots that couldn’t keep me warm… none of it was an accident.
“That spoiled brat was so funny. I only said I was freezing to death and he actually forgot we were enemies. He gave me his warm gear and said we would settle things after we got off the mountain.”
“Hahaha! Man, that’s hilarious.”
***
Winona called me more than ten times, yet not a single call was answered.
Frustrated, she left me a voice message.