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Allie doesn't believe the car crash that caused her amnesia was an accident. She knows the truth...
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ON MY WAY to school the next day, I get a phone call.
The house was empty when I woke up; Sofia left on a business trip in the early hours of the morning, but I have no idea where my sister could've gone. We haven't spoken since she blew up at me, though judging by the name displaying across my screen, we're about to.
Holding my breath, I answer, placing the phone to my ear.
"Hey," she says, before I can speak, and my pulse gets louder in my ears as I look both ways for oncoming traffic, crossing the street. My stomach twinges with nerves.
"Hey, Audrey," I say, my tone light. "What's going on?"
"I'm not at home," she says simply, an edge to her voice.
Laughing quietly, I stick my free hand into my pocket. "I noticed."
"I'm not coming back."
My foot catches on a crack in the sidewalk, and I have to stop myself from plummeting to the pavement, her words catching me entirely off guard.
"You're not?" I ask dumbly, after regaining my footing.
"No," she presses, her voice still firm, though it's a little quieter than before. "I don't know. But I can't be there right now."
I blink away the first sign of incoming tears. "Oh," I say, my voice small. "I see."
"I forgot Mom was leaving today, too," she admits. "It wasn't my intention to leave you all by yourself. Maybe you can stay at a friend's house." Her words are flippant, though I can't help but hear between the lines, and focus on the sound of her actually still giving a damn.
"Don't worry about me," I say. But then it hits me that I'm going to be in the house alone, with no one but Scout, who may or may not still despise me. Normally, it wouldn't matter to me so much, but with the inevitable threat of Zoe and the doctor looming over me, I'm not a huge fan of the idea. Pushing that aside as I approach the schoolyard, I feel my eyebrows furrow. "Where are you, anyway?"
"I'm staying with a couple friends, they have an apartment in Vancouver," she tells me. "And listen, I know things aren't great between us right now, but if you do need me, don't be afraid to call. I'll do what I can to help."
Her words only serve to bring the tears back to my eyes, astounded by her ability to still show concern over me, despite the horrible thing I've done to her.
"This doesn't mean I've forgiven you," she says, her voice stern. "You really fucked me over, and it's going to take me a while to move past that." I sober a little, and she pauses. "It just means I'd be annoyed if something happened to you."
"Of course," I remark, my lips curling upward ever so slightly. "I understand."
She doesn't say much more before ending the call, and I sigh, feeling both relieved and disappointed, sliding the phone back into my pocket, finally reaching my destination.
