We get to the station, and my anxiety spikes up. I was a nervous wreck, not really sure I wanted to hear what Brian had to say. What was I going to do if she’s really the one who was behind my attempted murder?
Sure, we don’t get along, but I’ve known her since I was a child. We grew up together, and to me, she was my sister. We lived together in the same house until she graduated and moved to college.
“Are you okay?” Rowan asks, his concern marring his face.
“Just a bit nervous.”
He held my hand before softly kissing me. I don’t stop because I needed this. I needed him. “Everything is going to be okay; don’t stress.” He assured me after pulling away.
I nod my head, and we get out of the car. My hand still in his, we walk towards the station and enter. The rest soon join us, and we are ushered to the chief of police’s office.
“Thank you for coming,” he says as a way of greeting. He points to the two chairs. Mom and I take a seat as the men stand behind us.
“You said you had something important to tell us,” Rowan pushes.
“Just a second,” he says, holding his finger up, which seems to irritate Rowan.
A couple of minutes later, the door opens and Trevor, Kate and Letty walk in. The officer who showed them leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“Why was my daughter arrested?” Kate demands. You can tell she’s been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy.
“That’s why I called all of you here,” Brian begins. “We have evidence that Emma was indeed behind the attack on Ava.”
Trevor is quick to defend. “That’s impossible. Emma would never hurt Ava.”
“Miss Ava seemed to believe that she would.” Brian drops the bomb, and everyone turns to look at me with questioning gazes.
I shrink in my chair, hating that all eyes are on me. I hated it when attention was on me.
“Why would you say that?” For some reason, my voice was trembling.
“I’m aware that you have amnesia, but when your attack started happening, especially after your car was bombed, I questioned you on who would most likely have beef with you. You didn’t hesitate to mention Emma. You suspected that she’s the one who tried killing you.”
“Yeah, sure… You two can have a sleepover.”
They screech in happiness, before Noah grabs Gunner’s hand and they rush up the stairs. A few minutes later we hear his bedroom door opening then closing.
“Are you ready?” Noah asks. “We can leave right now if you are.”
My parents look at me in question, and it hits me that I didn’t tell them what had happened. I give them and Rowan’s parents a quick and short version.
“You guys go. We can stay here with the kids,” Rowan’s mom says after I’m done.
Since everyone was okay with the idea, we left in different cars, but I drove with Rowan.
“Do you think she’s guilty?” I asked after a while of driving.
I was curious to hear his thoughts, but I also wanted to see his reaction. After all, this is the woman he once loved.
“I don’t know,” he begins, side–eyeing me before his eyes focus on the road. “I mean, she did have motives, and it wasn’t once or twice that you two had an altercation since she came back.”
“Yeah. I found out she verbally attacked you and warned you to stay away from me a few times. So yes, she may have done so. If it were Emma I knew, I would have disagreed, but the Emma that came back is different and capable of anything.”
I kept quiet after that. I just didn’t know what to believe. I mean, without my memory, I can’t really tell what type of woman Emma became. Sure, there were two times after I woke my coma when she was nasty to me, but did that translate to her wanting me dead?