Don't get involved...

Chapter 17

As expected, my father wasn't happy with the news. But since he knew it would make his son smile, he just acted like he was happy. Mom eventually arrived at my Dad's house a few minutes later. Once Mom parked her car, Chris immediately went outside and ran to hug her. My father and I followed the little boy. My mother hugged him back tightly. I noticed that the woman that gave birth to me was about to cry, but somehow managed to hold herself.

"By the way, I have a question to ask you all," Chris said.

We all looked at him, wondering what he'll ask.

"What happened? Why does Vicky have a cast on her arm? How did it break?"

We all stood silent, thinking about what to tell him. I leaned on the police's ear and whispered to him

"Dad, should we tell him the truth? I don't want to upset him by telling him that Mom was responsible for my broken arm. I already knew from the beginning that he didn't know what Mom did, judging by his reaction when he heard that Mom was going to come over. Does Chris even know that he was in a coma?"

He shook his head and whispered back to me

"No, he doesn't know he was in a coma. In fact, when I picked him up from the hospital, he looked confused and the reason was probably that he was wondering why he was here, but he didn't ask, so I didn't tell him"

"But, should we tell him though? Like now?" I whispered again.

He didn't say anything, thinking about it. He then responded

"We'll tell him, but not now. He just woke up, not to mention, in a good mood. Let's not ruin this for now"

"What's going on? What are you guys whispering about?" Chris asked, who noticed that.

"Don't worry about that" the detective responded, smiling "We'll let you know soon enough"

Sonia smiled and said to my little brother

"Yeah, like your father said. We'll tell you later, not now"

"Oh ok," my sibling said.

The woman who gave birth to me was happy that her ex-husband didn't tell him the truth, she's happy that she didn't get to see her son's face after knowing what happened. She then looked at Dave and said

"Kids, can you leave me and your father alone for a minute? I have something to tell him"

Me and Chris nodded and we left. But I was still curious about what Sonia would tell the detective, so I decided to listen part of their discussion.

"Dave, thank you for not telling him about the car accident. I appreciate it"

"Not yet," said Dad "I said that we'll tell him later, not now. I'm glad to see my son awake and happy, and I don't want this to be ruined at the moment"

"Well, thank you for not telling him now," she said.

"Sis?" said Chris, holding my arm.

I turned around to look at him.

"Yes, Chris?"

"Is Mike still at school?"

"Yeah, he is," I answered.

"Where's Josh? Mom always brings Josh with her when she visits Dad" He asked.

"I don't know..."

"By the way, isn't Mom supposed to drive us back to her house? We only visit Dad on the weekends, not on Monday," he asked.

"How on earth will I tell you this?" I thought.

"Dad will tell you everything, maybe Mom, me, or anyone else. But not for now," I responded, not knowing why he was so eager to know this.

My little sibling only nodded.

Even though I already knew the answer to the question I was about to ask, I still asked

"By the way, do you know what date it is today?"

"It's 19th April. We're Monday, aren't we?" he responded.

Yes, we are on Monday, but not on the 19th of April, we're on the 26th of April. Dad was right, he had no clue about the accident.

"I was unconscious, right?"

"I-yes..." I said, "You were unconscious for hours..."

"Oh I see...but how was I unconscious?"

"We already told you, we'll tell you later," I answered, getting annoyed at the fact that he repeated the same question over and over.

"Ok..." my sibling sighed.

I already know that even if we don't tell him, he's going to find out anyway as he has to stay with my Dad from now on and not with his mother and will find out why. Not to mention, he's going to find out the real date in a short time and after he knows, he'll ask plenty of questions on how the day went by so fast.

Once the little boy finally stopped asking questions, I continued listening to the conversation of my divorced parents.

"Where's Josh?" my father asked.

"He's at work," she responded. "He's going to be busy all day"

Suddenly, her phone rang. The woman who is guilty of my broken arm pulled out her phone to see who it was, then said to Dave

"Excuse me,"

My mother answered the call and said on the phone

"What do you want Vincent?"

"Vincent? Isn't that the name I found in Phil's diary? Was that the owner of the company that Phil worked for, or was it someone else with the same name? Or did she say a different name and I heard wrong?" I thought.

"What? What are you talking about?... Vincent, I don't understand I-"

This time, I was sure that I didn't hear wrong. But I still couldn't tell if it was Phil's boss, or someone else.

"Not now, I'm busy. Thank you," the woman who gave birth to me said before hanging up.

I knew that I should ask her who Vincent was to see if it was the one in which I found his letter on the glass or not. If it is, then it might be useful for the case of Josh.

To be continued.