Weight of The Untold

Chapter 22

“Oh, here you are—finally.”

I lifted my head just in time to see Zach standing there, that familiar lazy smile on his lips. He winked, and my heart did a ridiculous little flip that made me giggle before I could stop myself. My eyes shifted to Caleb, but he was glued to his phone, completely unaware of the moment unfolding right in front of him.

I walked over and slid into my seat.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, reaching for the juice. “Brie and I got into a little girl chat, and I completely forgot about time.” I poured myself a glass and took a sip.

“You look lovely.”

Heat rushed straight to my cheeks. I ducked my head, suddenly very interested in my glass.
“Thanks, Zach.” I glanced at my brother. “Caleb?”

Nothing.

“Caleb?” I tried again.

He startled, looking up with wide eyes. “Oh—good morning, Kid. I’m sorry, I was just—uh—never mind.” He cleared his throat. “We were waiting for you.”

Zach chuckled as he took a bite of his eggs. “Dude, she’s been here for thirty minutes.”

I laughed, shaking my head, while Caleb gasped dramatically.
“Thirty?!” His eyes darted to my empty plate before he relaxed. “Oh. Right. You’re joking.”

“Her plate’s still empty,” Zach added casually.

Caleb went back to eating while I served myself.

“Kyla,” Zach said, glancing between me and my brother, “Caleb has something to tell you.”

My brows furrowed as I looked at them both. “What is it?”

“Don’t panic, Kid,” Caleb said quickly. “It’s nothing serious. I’ll be out of the country for about two weeks, so Zach is moving in today. I need someone to look after you, and I don’t trust anyone else.”

What?

The words hit me all at once, too fast, too heavy. My head started pounding as memories I hated came rushing back—my parents leaving for a business trip and never coming home. Just a phone call. That was all I got.

My chest tightened. The room felt too small.

“Kyla!”

Zach’s voice sounded distant, warped. My vision blurred, and suddenly breathing felt impossible. Short, shallow gasps tore from my lungs as my hands began to shake. I dropped my fork.

Am I dying?

Kyla, look at Zach, Em urged. Open your eyes. They’re closing.

Em? Relief flickered. I can hear you… so I’m alive.

You’re having a panic attack. Focus.

“Zach, you’re a doctor—do something!” Caleb’s voice cracked.

“I’m trying!” Zach said firmly. “Kyla, look at me. Please. Breathe with me.”