Page 77 of Wicked Truths
“That’s right, baby,” she says, but there’s an anxious edge in her voice—like she’s trying too hard to convince herself of something.
Maybe I look so bad nobodydares to tell me.
I watch them both carefully, noting the distance between them even when they stand side by side. There’s a tension in the air that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Are you married?” I ask suddenly, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Mom glances at me and replies with a tight smile, “Yes, but we’re going through a rough patch.”
“A rough patch,” I repeat slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue. What does that mean?
Dom’s expression darkens as he shakes his head slightly.
“No,” he interjects firmly. “I don’t want her believing false information.” His gaze is steady on me now. “We’re not married.”
The door swings open, and a man and woman dressed in navy suits step into the room, their gazes on me.
“Detectives Ingram and Parker,” the female says, her voice steady but kind. “We’re with the Gold Coast Police Force. We just want to ask you a few questions.”
“Again? She doesn’t remember anything.” Dom’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he stands up straight, blocking their entrance like a wall. “You shouldn’t be here. I’ll call your superiors.”
Detective Parker raises an eyebrow but keeps his tone professional. “We’re just doing our job, sir.”
“Then find my son,” Dom hisses, his gaze burning into the detectives.
“We’re looking into all the leads,” Parker replies, glancing at me with concern before turning back to Dom.
I shift in my hospital bed; the movement making my stomach churn.
“Amara,” Detective Ingram looks at me with concern written over her face. “Do you remember being in the Angels and Sinners club?”
Everyone goes quiet, waiting with bated breath for my answer like it’s an impending storm.
I open my mouth, but words refuse to form as my mind spins with a flash of white and then a tapping noise. I close my mouth and eyes as I try to make sense of what is there but it all blurs together—
“Did you see the car that hit you?” Parker adds, leaning closer.
Car? I can’t remember anything about a car or who was around me. Only muffled voices that dissolve when I try to grasp them.
“No,” I croak. The word scratches along my throat as it comes out. “I don’t remember...anything.”
Frustration radiates off Dom as he storms to my side and crosses his arms over his chest. “You need to leave her alone.”
“Do you want the person responsible found?” Detective Parker asks.
“She can’t remember anything,” Dom hisses.
“Let us do our job, sir, please.”
“Who were you with at the club?” Detective Ingram takes a notepad out of her pocket and reads something on the top. “Did you use your sister’s membership?”
I don’t answer.
I can’t.
But their questions press on like relentless waves crashing against my mind.
“Which exit did you leave from?”
