Loud Whispers

Andrew

I knew he was so disoriented and confused, but he followed me. I know he’d wanted to ask why I didn’t take her to the hospital, but he kept the questions to himself. It made me wonder if following me was a way of telling me he cared but doesn’t know why.

We got to Anne’s apartment and knocked. I’d already sent a message to her earlier telling her I was visiting with Vincent and that she should act sick. She had a lot of questions.

“What? Why? When? This wasn’t part of the plan, Andrew?” she’d messaged.

Her mum opened the door when we’d knocked. The shocked expression she had on her face would have had me howling with laughter if the situation wasn’t dire.

“Uh… we’re here to check up on Anne. We heard she isn't feeling too good,” I told Anne’s mum, Rachael.

“She isn't?” she asked with raised brows.

I didn’t dare look at my brother because he would read through me.

Although confused and stunned, Rachael still allowed us into the house.

“What will you have?” Rachael asked,