Chapter 2: The Message He Was Never Supposed to Find
“Who is that?”” Vanessa demanded.
Daniel held the phone against his chest.
“Not here.””
She reached for it.
He stepped back.
“Daniel, give me your phone.””
“No.””
One word. No shouting. No dramatic gesture.
Somehow, that made it worse.
I lay wrapped in a towel while a resort employee pressed another against my shoulders. My teeth chattered so violently that the towel shook with them.
The world around me had become a blur of worried faces and whispered accusations.
My mother pushed through the crowd.
“Emily! Oh, sweetheart!””
She dropped beside me, touching my cheek with trembling fingers.
“What happened? Why are you on the ground?””
I looked past her at Vanessa.
My sister was already crying.
“She slipped, Mom,” Vanessa said.
“I tried to catch her, but she fell before I could reach her.””
Daniel turned sharply.
“That's a lie.””
My mother looked at him in disbelief.
“Daniel, please. She's upset.””
“I watched Vanessa push her.””
Vanessa covered her mouth.
“You're going to accuse me of assaulting my own sister in front of everyone?””
“You assaulted her in front of everyone.””
My father appeared behind my mother, his face red with embarrassment.
“Enough,” he snapped.
“This is a wedding celebration, not a courtroom.””
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I was soaked, injured, and struggling to breathe normally, yet my father was worried about the atmosphere.
“Dad,” I whispered.
He glanced down at me.
“Are you hurt?””
“My shoulder—”
“Then we'll get you checked out. But we are not going to turn this into a public spectacle.””
Vanessa seized the opportunity.
“Thank you, Dad.””
He looked at Daniel.
“Whatever happened, we can discuss it privately.””
Daniel's jaw tightened.
“No. That's exactly how things like this keep happening.””
My father stepped closer.
“Be careful how you speak to my daughter.””
“Which one?”” Daniel asked.
The question landed like a slap.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then an older woman near the pool murmured, “I saw her push Emily.””
Another guest spoke up.
“So did I.””
Vanessa turned toward them.
“You're all taking this out of context!””
The woman folded her arms.
“What context makes pushing an injured woman into a pool acceptable?””
Vanessa opened her mouth, but no answer came.
A siren sounded in the distance.
Daniel crouched beside me again.
“Emily, the ambulance is coming. Can you tell me if you hit your head?””
“I don't think so.””
“Are you dizzy?””
“Yes.””
“Any trouble breathing?””
“My chest hurts.””
His expression tightened.
“Okay. Stay still.””
He removed his suit jacket and placed it over the towel around my shoulders.
I looked up at him.
“Daniel, I'm sorry.””
His brows drew together.
“For what?””
“Your wedding.””
He stared at me as if I'd spoken a foreign language.
“Emily, you nearly drowned.””
“I know, but—”
“No.”” He shook his head.
“You do not apologize for what someone else did to you.””
Across the terrace, Vanessa began crying louder.
My mother stood and hurried toward her.
“Vanessa, sweetheart, come here.””
My sister collapsed into her arms.
“I can't believe he would humiliate me like this,” she sobbed.
“Tomorrow is supposed to be the happiest day of my life.””
My mother stroked her hair.
“We'll sort everything out.””
I watched them through blurred vision.
My mother hadn't even asked why Vanessa had mentioned my accident earlier. She hadn't asked why Daniel was so certain about what happened.
She had simply decided which daughter needed comforting.
Again.
The paramedics arrived within minutes. They examined my breathing, checked my oxygen levels, and carefully helped me onto a stretcher.
When one of them tried to reposition my right arm, I cried out.
“Sorry,” he said immediately.
“Don't move it. We'll stabilize the shoulder.””
Daniel followed as they wheeled me toward the resort entrance.
My father called after him.
“Daniel! You're supposed to be with Vanessa.””
Daniel stopped.
He looked back at the man who had just watched his injured daughter being carried away.
“My fiancée pushed her sister into a pool and then lied about it.””
My father stiffened.
“You don't know what happened between them.””
“I know what I saw.””
“And you're prepared to throw away your marriage over one mistake?””
Daniel stared at him.
“One mistake?””
He glanced at Vanessa, who stood beneath the golden lights, mascara running down her cheeks.
“Your daughter knew Emily's arm was injured. She knew Emily couldn't swim safely. And she pushed her anyway.””
Then he turned away.
My father didn't follow.
At the hospital, doctors checked my lungs, examined my shoulder, and ordered imaging to make sure I hadn't damaged the surgical repair.
Hours passed beneath fluorescent lights.
My dress had been replaced with a hospital gown. My hair had dried in uneven waves against my neck. My right arm throbbed beneath the fresh support.
A doctor finally returned.
“Your lungs sound clear, and your oxygen levels have stabilized,” she explained.
“We'll monitor you for a little longer. Your shoulder is badly irritated, but the imaging doesn't show a new fracture.””
I closed my eyes.
Relief arrived so suddenly that tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Thank you.””
She squeezed my left hand.
“You were fortunate someone got to you quickly.””
After she left, Daniel appeared in the doorway holding two cups of coffee.
He looked exhausted.
His tie was gone, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his hair was still damp from jumping into the pool.
“Can I come in?””
I nodded.
He set the coffee on the counter.
“Your parents went back to the resort.””
I looked at him.
“Both of them?””
“Yes.””
“Did they say anything?””
He hesitated.
“Your mother said Vanessa was too upset to be alone.””
I turned toward the window.
Outside, headlights moved through the hospital parking lot. Somewhere down the hall, a child laughed.
My mother had chosen Vanessa again.
Even now.
Daniel pulled a chair closer to my bed.
“Emily, there's something I need to show you.””
My stomach tightened.
“The message?””
He nodded.
“I didn't want to bring it up while you were being treated.””
He unlocked his phone and sat beside me.
The message was from Vanessa.
It had been sent to him the previous afternoon.
*Tomorrow, I want Emily near the pool before dinner. We need to make everyone stop treating her like she's made of glass. Don't interfere. Just trust me.*
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
My fingers curled into the blanket.
“She planned it?””
“That's what it looks like.””
“Why didn't you tell me?””
“I didn't understand what she meant. I thought she was talking about some stupid argument.”” He rubbed his forehead.
“I asked her about it this morning. She said she wanted to talk to you privately about your recovery.””
I looked at the screen again.
“Did she say anything else?””
Daniel swiped upward.
There was another message.
*Once everyone sees she's fine, they'll stop acting like my wedding is her rehabilitation party.*
A cold sensation spread through my chest.
She hadn't pushed me because she lost control.
She had pushed me because she wanted an audience.
She wanted to prove that I was weak, that I was stealing attention from her, that my injury was an inconvenience she could correct with one cruel gesture.
I swallowed hard.
“Did you tell anyone about these messages?””
“No. Not yet.””
“Why not?””
“Because I wanted to make sure I understood what I was looking at.””
He turned the phone toward me.
“There's something else.””
A third message appeared.
This one had been sent by Vanessa to an unknown number.
*If Emily makes a scene, remind her what happened before the accident. She knows why I can't stand being around her.*
I stared at the words.
Before the accident.
My accident had been caused by a drunk driver. The police report was clear. I had been stopped at a red light when another vehicle slammed into mine.
There was no mystery.
No secret.
At least, that was what I'd believed.
“Who is the other person?”” I asked.
Daniel shook his head.
“I don't know. The contact name was saved as M.””
“Have you asked Vanessa?””
“She said it was a friend from work.””
I stared at the message.
“What does she mean, 'before the accident'?””
Daniel leaned forward.
“Emily, is there something between you two that I don't know about?””
I wanted to say no.
I wanted to tell him that my sister was simply jealous, that this was another ugly argument blown out of proportion.
But then I remembered the months before my accident.
Vanessa's strange silences.
The late-night phone calls she always ended when I entered a room.
The way she had reacted when I announced I was buying my own house.
And one memory that had never quite made sense.
Six weeks before the crash, I had received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. A woman had asked whether I knew that someone in my family had been using my personal information.
When I asked for details, she hung up.
I had dismissed it as a scam.
Now I wasn't so sure.
“Daniel,” I whispered, “I think Vanessa knows something about my accident that she never told me.””
He looked at me carefully.
“Why would you think that?””
Before I could answer, my phone vibrated on the bedside table.
A message from an unknown number appeared.
*Stop asking questions about the night of the crash. Vanessa already made one mistake trying to fix things. Don't make her make another.*
I felt the blood drain from my face.
Daniel read it over my shoulder.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he reached for his own phone.
“I'm saving everything,” he said.
“Messages, timestamps, all of it.””
I stared at the screen until the letters blurred.
My sister had pushed me into a pool.
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But someone else was warning me to stop investigating the accident that had nearly killed me.
And suddenly, I wasn't sure which one of those things had been the real beginning.
