Chapter 6
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Mom woke up at five this morning. I followed her as I floated into the kitchen, then moved from the kitchen to the living room.
It wasn't until my younger brother left for school that she finally paused.
She looked really tired and lay down on the sofa, falling asleep almost immediately.
A phone call soon broke her slumber. I couldn't hear the voice on the other end, but from Mom's expression, I could tell something was wrong.
Mom quickly grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. I followed her all the way to the hospital in the city.
I wondered if someone was sick.
Why else would Mom go to the hospital?
She jogged anxiously and finally stopped in front of the surgery room.
I heard her speak to a young woman, "Thank you so much, Ms. Taylor. If you hadn't brought Lucas to the hospital in time, I don't know what would have happened to him."
"It's nothing, Mrs. Wilson. Something happened to Lucas at our school, and we had to take responsibility," the woman replied.
So it was my brother who had an accident and was in surgery. I didn't know what exactly had happened.
I waited with Mom at the door, and soon the doctor emerged, pushing my brother on a stretcher.
"Are you Lucas Wilson's mother?" the doctor asked.
Mom nodded, her face tense as she focused on the doctor. "Doctor, how is my son? Is it serious? Will he have any lasting effects?"
The doctor removed his mask and reassured her, "It's nothing serious. He just has a broken right leg. It's not severe. If he gets good rest, once the bone heals, he should be able to get back to normal."
When Mom heard the doctor's words, her eyes were filled with tears.
She rushed to my brother's side, gently touching his casted right foot. "Lucas, does it hurt?"
My brother only had a broken leg, yet Mom seemed so heartbroken.
If she knew I was gone, would she feel even a fraction of that pain?
In the days that followed, Mom practically lived at the hospital.
My brother stayed for five days, and she was there with him the entire time.
My stepfather didn't show up even once.
Five days later, Mom pushed my brother out of the hospital.
To make up for the time he spent suffering, she bought three large Lego sets and placed them in the living room. "Lucas, since your leg isn't healed, I've hired a tutor for you for the next few days. You'll have classes at home, and when you get bored, you can play with LEGO. How does that sound?"
Lucas nodded obediently. He was always quiet, but I knew he could be quite wicked.
Just how wicked was he?
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