My thoughts came back to me as I leaned against the wall, trying to stand. I turned to walk toward the hotel, but before I could take two steps, my brother rushed over and grabbed my arm.
He shouted angrily, “You called Heidi here on purpose and made her sick again! She almost got hit by a car and fainted from the shock!”
“You have to come with us to the hospital and kneel by her bedside to apologize!”
“When she wakes up, we’ll decide if we’ll let you go!”
I struggled as my brother dragged me into the car. In my earpiece, the police’s voice came through, “The suspect’s trail has disappeared. Stay where you are, you don’t need to go into the hotel.”
I took a deep breath, replied “Okay,” and turned off the earpiece.
They took me to the hospital’s emergency room. I stumbled as they pushed me toward it, and just as the door was about to close, I said softly, “Brother, I never told anyone that I was wearing a wedding dress to go to the hotel.”
“Brother, I didn’t call anyone, and I swear I didn’t bring Heidi here on purpose.”
“This time, do you believe me?”