About an hour after Aunt Vicky and Jessica left the house, Aunt Vicky came back wearing a very sad look on her face. She came back alone, and that made me wondered where her daughter was. Didn't she find Jessica? I just hope the silly girl didn't runaway or went to find Reade in the Mainland.
"Welcome back, Aunt" I said and watched sympathetically as she fell wearily on the couch and heaved a sigh. She really didn't look good on the face.
"Thank you, Laura" she said in what seemed like a whisper and then asked her dinner was still in the dining table.
"No, I cleared the table already. I took yours and the remaining ones to the refrigerator" I responded, "Should I go get yours for you?" I wrinkled a brow at her.
"No, Laura. I don't think I can eat now, I have lost my apatite" she lamented.
"Ohh, sorry Aunt" I gulped and then manned up to ask what exactly happened when she went out to look for Jessica and when Jessica is now, "Did you talk to Jessica? I hope she didn't took off to the Mainland to see Reade?" I asked.
"No," she muttered, "she's with the police" she said making me to wrinkle my brows and drop my jaw in bewilderment.
"The police?" I blurted out.
"Yes, the police. I told them to keep her in their custody and then told them everything you said about Reade, they would be interrogating him soon" she explained.
Wow, that was great. I loved how swift Aunt Vicky was in handling today's situation the hard and only way. I know it would definitely hurt to make sure a decision, even though it was for the greater good.
"Ohh," I tried to hide my happiness in order not to look bad to her, "I would be glad to see Reade and Downey facing trial for what they did. If they are found guilty, Jessica would surely be free"
"She is, even now. The police had no problem with her, just that they need something from her. Confirmation about the other person involved, the one that got the information about their plan to sneak into the store. Hopefully, they would get that soon. Her phone had been seized and her chats and conversations with Reade would be investigated soon" she explained further as she yawned as if she was hungry, or maybe feeling sleepy.
"Okay, that means we are close to finding out the truth about..." I said as Aunt Vicky's phone began ringing. I swallowed the remaining words I intended to sprout out and watched her as she make her call.
"Hello," she said the moment she picked the call. "Yes, I am home already" she uttered. "Oh, really? But I thought you said that wasn't necessary," she wore a surprise look. "Sorry about that then, I will come to the station tomorrow. I intend to do that, I hope you will be on duty in the morning?" she said and then heaved a sigh, "Okay, see you tomorrow. Goodnight" she ended the call and dropped the phone aside.
I wanted to ask what the call was all about the fact that I didn't get their conversation, but then I changed my mind seeing how tired... I mean, exhausted she was. She had even relaxed on couch and had already shut her eyes off. Was it slumber? That was fast! I mulled over and kept watching her until I eventually realized she had dozed off.
I believed the sleep wasn't intentionally the fact that she had never slept in the sitting room before. Yes, I had never seen her sleeping there before, she would always go to her room no matter how exhausted she was.
When I was done examining her, I stood and walked over to the door. I shut the door off and then bad her goodnight, even though I was aware she was deep into sleep and didn't hear me. Thus, I headed upstairs to my room, jump onto the bed and covered myself with the blanket.
The weather wasn't cold but I loved covering myself, and the air-conditioning was on a normal setting. I used to do that from time to time. I was used to it right from child, and it was probably because my mom used to cover me with nice blankets.
Talking about nice blankets, the one here was once hers. She gave it to me on my 17th birthday. Then, I was more obsessed with things that are red with a bit touch of black. They were my favorite combination then.
And the blanket had this nice smell, which always reminds me of one of my mom's vintage perfume which she got from Paris on her trip to a grand opening of one of her friends' company. She bought about six different perfumes but this particular one was her favorite, I loved it more as well.
Out of the six perfumes, she gave dad two. He would always put them on, and even when he finished them he searched for their type. Unfortunately, he couldn't get them here. Mom had to order them for him from Paris. How I missed those too, I just felt like I could raise them both from their graves.
If only we could raise the deads back to life, I would have done that long ago because I really missed them. And while I thought about them, tears gathered in my eyes. On a normal circumstance, I would wipe the tears with my hands and brush off the thoughts but today was an exception. I allowed the tears to roll down my ears as I was lying flat, facing the ceiling.
If only I had a sibling, it would have been better. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about Jessica's shenanigans. Instead of worrying about the silly and stubborn girl, I would worry about my siblings... how to take good care of them and put smiles on their faces.
