"Yeah, and I bet I know her better than you."
Just when I'm about to laugh at that ridiculous comment, Leah says, "Julio's right. For the longest time I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I couldn't. You were sad or angry or pissed off... and I was afraid of hurting you again."
My sister chokes back tears and runs into my arms. "I'm so sorry about what I did to you. Julio told me how it was in jail for the two of you, and I'm just ... so sorry." She swipes at her eyes and says, "I think we need to call Dad and have him meet us at the rehab center. Whether Mom realizes it or not, she needs her son back."
An hour later I'm sitting in the waiting room of New Horizons Recovery Center. My dad didn't really want us to have this meeting because he thinks my mom's emotional status is too fragile, but when Leah and I said we were coming to see her with or without him, he agreed to meet us.
A woman with the name Rachel on her nametag greets us, then has us go into what's called a group therapy room to wait for my mom. It makes me feel stiff and uncomfortable, because we had mandatory group therapy sessions when I was in jail. I have to remind myself that this isn't jail. My mom wants to be here. She could leave on her own, but has chosen to stay because she doesn't trust herself not to use prescription drugs as a crutch when things get tough.
"You can have a seat, Caleb," Rachel says in a soft voice probably meant to calm me.
I try not to pace back and forth in the room like a caged animal, but I can't sit because I've got a bunch of pent-up nervous energy. "No, thanks."
The chairs are situated in a circle. My dad is sitting in one chair in his three-piece suit and tie. My sister, surprisingly, isn't slumped in her chair. She's sitting straight up and has a determined look on her face. If Julio was the one who talked her into facing all this crap head-on, he's a fucking genius.
My sister doesn't know it yet, but I'm not abandoning her. She's not the only one who made mistakes the night of the accident.
As soon as my mom walks in the room in grey sweats with the New Horizons logo on the front, I realize she's different. Her face is drawn and her spirit seems somehow ... lost.
My first instinct is to go up and hug her but I figure out, by the way she has her hands folded on her chest, that she doesn't want any affection from me or anyone else in the room.
Mom stops in her tracks when she sees me step toward her. "Why are you here?"
My veins are pumping hard and I'm so damn tense my arms are stiff at my sides. This is already a billion times harder than I imagined. "I came back. Maggie told me you guys needed me. At first I didn't want to believe her..."
"You left me. A good son doesn't leave his mother."
Her words cut deep. Oh, man, I should never have left. I thought it would be best, that everything would be okay if the "Caleb Quotient" was out of the equation. I was wrong. I've managed to screw up so much in such a short amount of time.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
Deflated, I sit in the chair next to Leah.
"I'm sorry, too," Leah says. "I need to apologize to everyone in this family."
My sister turns to me and puts her hand on my knee. I put my hand on top of hers.
I feel her hesitation and fear as if it's my own. But I also feel her determination to set the wrongs of the past right.
"Mom, Dad," Leah says after I nod to her, giving her silent support. "I was the one who hit Maggie the night of the accident."
Watching the expression change on my parents' faces is pure torture. At first they cock their heads to the side as if they've heard the words wrong. When Leah doesn't say anything else, the reality of what she said starts to sink in.
"No," my mom whispers, shaking her head. "No. No."
"What are you saying, Leah?" my dad asks, his voice about to crack. "What. Are. You. Saying?"
A stream of tears start flowing down Leah's face. "I was at the party. I'd had maybe two beers. When I was driving home, I swerved to hit a squirrel. I didn't mean to hit Maggie." She's choking on her tears now, and I look up at the ceiling in an attempt to hold myself in check.
It's not working.
Dammit.
Tears start forming in my eyes. I try to blink them back, but it's no use. Seeing my sister so upset, seeing my dad and mom frozen in shock, and knowing that one fateful night destroyed my family and permanently damaged Maggie's leg is just too much for me.
I dab at my own tears and attempt an explanation.
"When Leah came back to the party all freaked out, I told her I'd take care of it," I tell them. "I was so wasted that night, I wasn't thinking straight. When the cops asked who was driving, I said it was me."
"Oh, God, Caleb, I'm so sorry," Leah cries out. "I don't know how you could ever forgive me. I don't deserve forgiveness for the hell I put you through."
She buries her head in her hands.
"I can't believe this is happening," my dad says. "This can't be happening."
"No," my mom says again.
I look over at Rachel. I think she was expecting a regular family therapy session, and from her deer-in-headlights look I think we've shocked her into silence.
I nod. "It's true." Man, I feel a sort of freedom I haven't felt in a long time. I want to share this with Maggie. I guess now is as good a time as any to say the other piece of news I've been holding back.
"I know this is another bomb I'm dropping, but Maggie Armstrong and I are dating. I didn't mean for it to happen. I denied it for a long time, then hid it for a while ... and I'm not gonna do that anymore."