"It’s fine," I said quickly, not wanting to make things worse.
He took a few deep drags, the smoke swirling around us, and then spoke again. "Last night, my sister’s mind cleared up a bit. She said she called you. You picked up, but didn’t say anything. Is that true?"
I let out a faint grunt. "Yes, it’s true."
Zeke’s brow furrowed deeper, frustration creeping into his voice. "Then why didn’t you tell the police?"
"I... I forgot."
Zeke leaned forward slightly, his voice growing more intense. "Did you hear her calling for help on the phone?"
"I did."
He pressed again, his tone sharp with urgency. "Then why didn’t you go to save her?"
"I was drunk at the time. I thought she was just joking with me."
"Asshole!" Zeke’s veins bulged in his neck as he glared at me, his fury palpable. "If you had believed her then, maybe she wouldn’t have been raped! You’re the reason this happened!"
I dropped my gaze. "You’re right. It’s my fault. I failed her."
"Since you admit you're at fault," Zeke snapped, "then don’t you dare bring up breaking off the engagement again. And once your injuries heal, go apologize to my parents in person."
"I’ll think about it," I muttered.