My jaws dropped at what she said.
I heard a loud bang in my head as the whole place seemed to go around in circles for a while.
Did…Did she just say a loverboy? One of the lover boys is behind everything that’s been happening?
He…No; It’s not possible.
I stared at her as she also threw hard glances at me. Her words resounded in my head.
“What…what did you say?” I asked and she scoffed and crossed her hands.
“Do I need to repeat myself? I’m sure I was clearclear enough” she replied with a derogatory stare.
I took my eyes to the floor and took in a deep breath. No; It can’t be. It’s not possible.
“Who was it?” I summoned enough courage and asked because somehow, I felt scared asking.
She smiled and batted her lashes.
“Well, what do you think?”she asked.
I didn’t say a word but kept staring keenly at her and she didn’t say a word either.
“Who -was -it?” I asked, picking my words this time around. I could feel . my whole systems vibrating.
“That’s left for you to decide” she replied and tried walking away and immediately, I gripped her and bounced on her.
I gave her several punches which made her scream and I pinned her to the wall, holding her neck.
“Who was it?!” I yelled into her face as she struggled with my hands and immediately, the police men came running in.
“Sir!” They called and forcefully pulled me away from her. She started coughing uncontrollably.
“She’s hiding something. I need to speak with her” I said angrily and tried going back to her, but they restricted me.
“Sir please; don’t worry, we’ll take care of lt”.
“Please, calm down”.
They all tried placating me, but my eyes were still fixed on her. What did she mean by that?
The rest of the men started taking her away as she continued coughing and at that point, as she was being taken away, I saw her smile at me.
I stood with mum in Jeanne’s ward, staring at her as she slept.
Mum was sitting on the bed, holding her hand, while I remained standing from a distance.
I kept sniffling the whole time as I stared at the lady in front of me who was said to be my sister and I wonder; Could it be true? Is Jeanne really my sister?
“The first time I met her” mum said soberly.
“She was so sweet. I had mistakenly splashed mud water on her with my car, but she didn’t even complain or glare. She didn’t even want me to wipe off the dirt from her shirt. She was so genial”. She paused and snuffle.
“No wonder I felt different about her” she continued. “She had looked really familiar to me and I felt it.it just never occurred to me.”
I remained speechless, not knowing what to say.
I just hope this isn’t true. I hope it’s a mix up and a coincidence.
A strand of her hair has been matched with mum’s and the result will be out soon. Only then will I believe it.
It just can’t be possible. What’s going to happen if she wakes up and discovers we’re actually sisters? What will her reaction be?
God, please. Don’t make this happen. I don’t want Jeanne to be my sister.
You can chose any other person, but not Jeanne.
The door opened with a creaky sound and I wiped my face and turned to have a look and there I found the doctor coming in with a white sheet.
“Mrs Percival” he called and mum stood up from the bed immediately, also cleaning off her tears.
“The DNA test result is out” he said and my heart skipped.
“What does it say?” I asked, even before mum did.
The doctor cleared his throat a little and pulled a brood look before looking into the paper.
“Actually, the result is…”