It was answered quickly, and I choked out, “Brother, can you come pick me up in four days?”
“As long as you want, I can come tomorrow, no, I can come get you right now and take you home!”
"No, wait a little longer. I still have some things to check. I suspect the car accident that happened to me and my parents wasn't that simple. Give me another four days."
Hearing my brother’s familiar voice, tears welled up, but I managed a smile through them.
Just then, Jeremiah pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the smile on my face, he froze for a moment.
Noticing someone had come in, I quickly said, “Something came up. I’ll hang up now.”
Trailing behind Jeremiah was his little shadow, Margaret. I silently watched as they approached.
Seeing the bandages wrapped around me, a flicker of hesitation crossed Jeremiah’s face. He reached toward me with a pained look, but I dodged his hand.
Margaret seized the moment and said, “Sister must’ve met someone else. That’s why she doesn’t want Brother Jeremiah near her, right?”