Immaculate

Family First, Family Always.

A/N: Ok, the end surprised me a bit. But there are reasons... and I shall put an Author Note at the end.

Sang's POV

I didn't get up when Owen showed the two uniformed officers into the living room. Although the painkillers had taken off the edge, if I moved around or twisted, my side felt as if it was on fire. It was only bruising and muscles that had taken a bashing; but it still hurt.

"Sang, Officers Peterson and Grant are here to take your statement," Owen said as he came into the room. He was followed by the two policemen and then Sean brought up the rear.

"Hello, Sang, I'm Ron Peterson and this is John Grant. We're just tying up ends and would like your statement for what happened yesterday." The taller officer of the two spoke up as they both sat themselves down on the sofa opposite me; the coffee table between us. Owen came and sat beside me, a respectable distance between us. Sean perched on the arm beside Owen.

I nodded, knowing that I would need to try and keep eye contact. It wasn't something I found easy to do, but I was getting better at it since the boys insisted on it. He had faded blue eyes and greying eyebrows that matched his salt and pepper hair.

"What can you tell us?" Officer Grant asked me and I turned my attention to him. He was shorter and more rotund, with a fine sheen of sweat on his red, puffy face. His eyes were like black chips, he made me think of cookie mixture for some reason.

"We were on our way... to get some food." I started hesitantly, not really wanting to remember it. "We stopped at a red light and when it changed, Luke pulled forward. I don't really remember much, other than seeing the truck headed towards us and then it hitting. It's all a bit of a blur after that, until the medic and the firemen helped me out of the car." I could see it so vividly in my mind, the image of the truck coming towards us, but from the actual impact to the medic beside me was a blur in my mind.

"Did Luke try to avoid the truck?"

"I don't think he saw it. He had no time to do anything, to be honest. It shunted into the side of us and we were pushed sideways. Luke had no control over the Jeep at all. I remember hearing a horn blaring, but I don't think it was ours. I also heard screaming when we came to a stop, but I don't know who." I was shaking now. I just wanted to forget it. Luke was ok, I was ok, I didn't want to have to think about it again.

"Thank you, Sang. How are you feeling now?"

"Bruised," I replied, my hands held tightly in my lap.

"Is your father around today?"

"No, he's not here. He works away from home sometimes..." I faded out, losing my voice.

"It's why Mr Sorenson elected us as Caregivers," Owen spoke up formally and clearly. He was every inch the controlled, perfect gentleman.

"Her mother has just undergone extensive medical intervention for cancer. She is due home next week, but Mr Sorenson was not in a position where he could provide for his daughters, look after his wife and still work," Sean said casually.

"We're sorry to hear that," Officer Griffin said, his eyes kind as he watched me. "I bet you're looking forward to your mom coming back, aren't you?"

"I'm glad it's gone well," I told him, trying hard to inject some sort of emotion into my voice.

"Well, we won't take any more of your time," Officer Peterson said as they both got their feet. "We hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you," I whispered. I stayed where I was as Owen showed them out. But I waited until I heard the front door shut before I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.