Then I looked at the three of them—Gabriela still holding the water cup, Lorena with the spoon halfway to my mouth, Jayden glaring like he wanted to tie me down—and sighed.
"Alright… fine. You want the truth? Here it is."
I told them everything.
Not the filthy parts with Julie and Ema, of course—but the real story: how Yuko had misunderstood everything, attacked me in a blind rage thinking I'd betrayed her, how the "accident" had been her fists and her fury, how she'd spent the last day drowning in guilt and trying to atone by nursing me back to health.
They stared at me in stunned silence.
Gabriela's mouth fell open.
Lorena's spoon clattered onto the tray.
Jayden's fists clenched so hard I thought he'd crack his knuckles.
"You're telling us…" Gabriela whispered, voice shaking, "…that sweet little Yuko—the translator—did this to you?"
I nodded. "She didn't know the full story. She thought I was playing her. She snapped. It happens."
