The doctors called my mother.
Ronnie too.
Ronnie obviously came first,
wanting to know "how I was"
and how he was "worried sick"
Hah, I laughed.
What a crock of shit.
And I was right,
completely right.
"What happened to the money?" He asked,
His fake smile and "relief" of me being alright was shut down once the doctor left.
"They took it. All of it."
Then something surprised me.
Something I never thought would happen.
Ronnie looked concerned,
"Otherwise, are you okay?"
I looked at him, a sign of disbelief spread.
But it didn't last.
I started to break down in tears.
No, Nothing was okay now.
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