Serendipity

Alethiology

A thick dry large lump slugged down my throat as I sat opposite the officers. Both wearing long coats over their smart shirt and pants. Each with a folder on their laps.

"Can you tell us anything of the accident, Ms Hartwell?" The first officer asked, his blue eyes watching my reaction carefully.

It felt as though I was on trial, that I had caused this but Billy had told me the story... Or at least I hoped he had told me the truth.

"Um.." I frowned.

"Please, take your time." The other smiled softly. His eyes were a lighter blue than his colleagues and were more friendlier.

Both officers had arrived exactly a week of me being allowed home from the hospital. Today marked my 7th day home, my 7th day of self recovery and 6th day of not seeing Zak, something I was still mulling over.

Both Aaron and Billy had been over, Billy checking in every day and Aaron rang at least once a day. Sometimes he came over with Tommy for an hour to see if I needed anything, but nothing, not a dime from Zak. A man who remembered my favourite flowers and claimed to be my friend.

I had only just came back from my hospital appointment. Cognitive therapy is what the doctors are aiming for. In a hopes that I can recover some of the memory I lost. However when I suggested leaving the forgotten, well forgotten, the doctor frowned and told me that it's vital I remember them.

I disagreed.

"I really don't remember anything." I spoke finally looking between the officers.

"There must be something." The dark blue man insisted.

I shook my head "No, I- I don't even remember driving that day. I can't even remember that morning, it's all gone. I just remember the past and waking up in hospital."

He sighed in what seemed frustration before looking at his colleague.

"Ms Hartwel-"

"Katy, please." I corrected the light blue eyes officer.

He smiled "Katy. I understand it was a very traumatic crash, for everyone involved but even the smallest of details will help us.."

"I know. I-"

But before I could answer the sound of keys in my lock caused my eyes to snap to the door and in tumbled the one person who I had been waiting to see. Zak.

"Hi." I beamed instantly.

He went to give a smile but saw the two men sat opposite me and instantly went on the defence. "Who are you? Who are they?" He asked.

The polite officer of the two, who I was becoming fond of, rose from his seat and introduced himself and his partner.

Zak's eyes narrowed in suspicion, until he saw their badges and nodded.

"They're here about the crash." I informed Zak who pocketed his keys after he noticed my eyes lingering on them.

I was still unsure on why he had a set..

"Obviously." He muttered before sitting down beside me with a hmph.

"And who are you?" The ruder officer asked.

"Zak.. Zak Bagans." Zak replied with a little impatience.

"Right..." The officer opened his file and looked at something before looking back at me. "So Ms Hartwell, you were saying? About the crash."

His condescending tone made me chew the inside of my lip with a little harder force. So much so, I didn't know I had bit through my lip until the taste of metallic and copper filled my mouth. Discreetly I tried to cover up my latest wound and pulled my lips together.