The nurse smiles and reaches into her pocket. “My name is Jolene. Here’s my card. Forgive me for prying, but I heard about what happened with your parents. I can’t imagine what you must be going through. Just know that you’re not alone and try not to worry too much about your father. I know that’s easier said than done, but we’re doing everything we can for him.”
Amelia shoves the card in her pocket and nods with a smile.
As soon as Amelia gets back to the waiting area, Leona shoots up and rushes to her brother’s room.
Eli grins and comes over to sit next to Amelia. “So, dear cousin, what kind of fun things are we going to get into?” he laughs.
“Just leave me alone, Eli. This is not the time or place for your crap. Have some respect for my father!” she shouts.
He looks around and goes back to his seat, but not before shooting her a nasty glare that means payback. She lets out a sigh and tries to ignore his childish behavior. She can’t think about this right now. What she truly wants is to crawl inside herself and die.
After about ten minutes, Leona comes out of Cash’s room with tears in her eyes. Who knew? Even Satan has a heart. Ugh! I can’t stand the sight of her. Amelia has no idea how she’s going to get through this, but knows that she’s strong enough to handle it. That’s just about all she knows.
“Let’s go. We have a lot to do,” Leona whispers.
Amelia follows behind them sadly, knowing her life’s about to change and not for the better. As they get into the car and drive away, she notices Leona’s taking the highway to her house.
“Are you taking me home?”
Leona frowns while gawking at Amelia through the rearview mirror. “You need to go pack your things. Surely you didn’t think we were going to live at your house,” she laughs.
“Well, I wasn’t suggesting that we live there as one big happy family. I just don’t know if I can go inside the house right now. Too much has happened.” A flashback of the event consumes her.
“Listen, Amelia, I don’t have time for this. You will go inside the house and grab as many of your belongings as you can because you won’t be coming back any time soon!” Leona scolds.
“What do you mean?” What’s she up to?
“Stop asking me questions! We still have to get to the police station for a statement, so you need to hurry,” she demands.
Riding to the house feels like an eternity. She dreads walking in the door and seeing her father’s blood on the floor. Her heart races the closer they get and she just wants to get it over with. It’s like she’s on death row awaiting an execution. Dying at this point would be a lot easier. If only her mother were here. She convinced herself that she would have seen her by now. Or be in contact with her at the very least. But now she realizes that she’s been in denial.