Conspiracies

8. Today is your great day.

I had never been a very nervous person. But now I was, when I heard on the phone pressed to my ear that it was the police, my heart skipped a beat, my blood ran cold, and my fear spiked in a matter of seconds. Millions of thoughts went through my mind.

"Good afternoon, are you Mrs. Madson? This is the Copenhaguen Police Department" said a manly and quite authoritative voice.

"Yes, it's me. How may I help you?" I asked. I

 tried to bring seriousness to my voice so it wouldn't tremble. 

"Your sister is at the police station, she said you are the only person she can talk to. Could you come as soon as possible, please?" My heart relaxed, and my nerves disappeared. I put my hand to my chest and sighed deeply, relieved.

"Sure, I'll be there in half an hour."

"Thank you very much," he hung up.I put down the phone and lay down. 

I've never gotten along with my sister, practically because we haven't talked in years. She went with my mother to live with her. We never spoke again until now. I had no idea she moved to Copenhagen. I guess she got mad at mum and left home. Dad has always told me about my mother's bad temper, he was always yelling at mom. I was quite curious to know what he had done in all these years.

 I got up and went upstairs to change again. I grabbed my car keys and bag and went back downstairs. 

"I'll be back in a while." I blurted out so that Lasse could hear me.

"Okay." he replied from the kitchen.

When I was going to leave home, I saw the letter from the principal on the nightstand, I thought that could wait. I supposed it would be some kind of cheap excuse for me not to get my son out of that hell, but I was not going to be convinced either way. I was getting tired of driving all the time. I really didn't like driving very much. At first, I wasn't going to get my driving license because I didn't trust myself. I thought that I was going to miss a pedestrian crossing, I was not going to put on the blinker, or I was going to confuse the brake pedal with the accelerator pedal. But after that, Lasse convinced me to go for it. Then after a year, I began to gain confidence in myself to this day.

 The good thing about Copenhagen is that many people use bicycles instead of cars, and that reduces traffic a lot. A few years ago, I always went from end to end with a yellow bicycle that I won in a raffle. I loved the bike, it seemed to me the most comfortable thing there was. Until one day, while passing through a pedestrian crossing, I was hit by a car. That cost me a cast on my arm and a good blow to the head. After some time, already recovered, I returned to riding a bike. I liked to ride at night because I loved the cold night and its sweet smell. 

One night on my way home, I was riding my bike and turning a corner, I was completely run over by another bike, and this time I had to walk on crutches for a month. That's where I decided to quit it forever.

The police station was like the newsroom. It had an unstoppable rhythm of moving papers and the sound of people typing simultaneously. An agent called Anker accompanied me to the room where my sister was. I went through, and Anker closed the door. The room was sinisterly cold. There was neither a window nor the typical spy mirror that appeared in the movies. 

I sat in front of her in silence, saying absolutely nothing. She was quite disheveled, her brown curls were quite unruly, and her whitish skin gleamed in the lamplight. She didn't look at me, she simply dedicated herself to looking at the table with her hands together. 

"Since when are you in the city, Agnes?"

"Since Mom kicked me out of her house. It's been a while, sister" she still didn't make eye contact with me.