"Who's Samantha?"

"My...M-My ex-g-girlfriend."

Michael's face paled. "You're straight?"

"I-I, um...I've never th-thought about it, but...b-bi, I guess."

Michael nodded. "What happened with Samantha?"

"I..." Micky's lower lip quivered and he closed his eyes. "I spent the night. A-And, that night, we decided to go see a movie. It was dark when we—I—drove back, and...I-I was tired..."

Michael waited.

"By the time I saw the car, it...was too late. We crashed, head-on, and I...I hit my head on the steering wheel. Th-That's why I get dizzy spells now. When I woke up...I was in the h-hospital."

"What happened to Samantha, Micky?"

Micky didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

His silence spoke for him.