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Didn’t my mom just ask me that question?
“Um, okay. I guess.”
“Do you remember anything from the crash?”
Trying to think hurts my head. Badly. I have to put my hand to my forehead to try to keep the room from spinning.
“Bits and pieces.” He waits so I force myself to go on. “I was, um, going to mom’s and I…saw this car behind me.”
The reason he’s here comes to me in a rush. He’s here to take my statement. This isn’t personal to him. It’s just his job. A part of me wilts under the weight of that knowledge but I school my features and go on, giving him what he wants.
“It was getting dark though and I…I don’t know. I tried to go a little faster or to move closer to the outside line so the car could go around me. But it just kept coming up on me and backing off again. It…it hit me. And…then everything went black.”
“Do you remember having your purse with you?”
That’s an odd question. “Um, yeah. It was on the floorboard. Did you find it?”
A vague memory of asking him to go back for it when I was in the ambulance pops into my bruised brain for a second but I might have imagined that.
“You’re certain it was in the car? You didn’t leave it at home or...?”
“No Gareth. I didn’t leave it somewhere.” I definitely remember it being with me. “Why are you asking about my purse?”
Gareth doesn’t answer me but keeps on with the questions. Does he think I was trying to reach for it and caused the wreck myself? A little slice of pain goes through me at the thought. But I tell myself to lock it down. This man doesn’t know me, not really. He would have no way of knowing if I were the type of person to do something like that or not.
“What was in it?”
I try to think. This is stupid. What does it matter what was in it? I crinkle my forehead and try to stay focused on what he wants to know. He did stay with me during the ambulance ride after all.
“My…,” I start before giving a little huff and continuing, “everything. My driver’s license, my phone, my calendar, my…my whole life.”
He doesn’t look happy.
“Is my purse still in the car, Gareth?”
He reaches up to rub the back of his neck before finally looking at me. “We…can’t find it.”
I give him an odd look and say the only thing it seems I can say since I woke up. “What?”
It seems to be what I am saying the most.
“Where is it? Still at the crash site?”
I don’t understand and when I look over at Mom, I don’t think it’s my concussion that has me confused. “Not exactly.”
Now me and my mom both look at one another with questions in our eyes. Yeah, this is definitely not the concussion. Something is up.
Another cop sticks his head in, this one in uniform and coming in a little further than the other one did. “Dude, I need to speak with you…out here.”
I think…I kind of remember this man, officer, from the wreck. But everything seems so hazy.
“Can it wait?” Gareth seems annoyed but doesn’t take it out on the guy.
“Nooo, I don’t think so.” Yeah, something is definitely going on. I worry my lip as Gareth leaves the room, and me, once again.
Chapter Six
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