When Secrets Surface (Book #1)

Chapter 18

"The hardest battles are between what you know in your head and what you feel in your heart" -  Someone wise.

Dorothy's POV

I sniffled again. My nose was feeling extremely stuffed.

"You feel warmer than usual. I think you have a fever," Sophie said.

I rested my head on my sister's shoulder and pulled up the blanket over my legs as we watched a thriller crime movie.

"You may be right," I said feeling bad for myself, due to the fact I couldn't be there when she was interrogating Trillive, "How did it go with Trillive?"

Sophie took a deep breath, "He was mostly sidetracking me. He's a man-toddler. But he was persistent about being innocent and claims he's been framed".

I sniffled again and blew my nose.

"Don't get me infected," Sophie mumbled sounding slightly disgusted.

"Girl do you know how many times you transferred your viruses to me", I almost yelled at her.

"Back to our previous conversation, Trillive is still a big-time suspect,"

I felt my phone ring in my pocket. I sighed and picked it up.

It was a random number.

Wait, could it be the person who had been sending us serial threats?

What if they were willing to talk?

So maybe Sophie can track them down.

"Hello, who is this please?" My curiosity is on the brink.

"Madison's Medical Hospital, Inglewood. Are you Dorothy Gordon?" The receptionist asked.

Why was the hospital calling me?

"Yes," I answered baffled.

"Your mother, Mrs Ashley Gordon saved you and two others as her emergency contact," The receptionist paused.

Lady, just give me the tea. Why was she calling about my mother?

"Proceed," I signaled her to continue.

" I am calling you to inform you that your mother has been in an almost life-threatening car accident, " The receptionist finished off her sentence.

I nearly dropped my phone.

"Sophie, we need to go to the hospital, Mom was in a car accident," I said alarmed.

Sophie's POV

Dorothy and I walked down the white-washed hospital hallways.

Walking to see our mother. Mom. She was the only thing on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

The thought of losing Dad and almost losing Mom too. It felt heartbreaking.

We entered a private room and saw our mother who was pale and barely moving.

"Mom," Dorothy whimpered.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Mom paid. She was the person the message was referring to.

'She will pay because of you' I remembered the message.

Mom was she. Mom paid all because of me.

Dorothy wrapped her arms around Mom and started to sob.

"Hi, girls," Our mother said so calmly.

"You were almost killed how can you be so casual about it?" My voice was trembling. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable.