"Are you sure you don't want to go to the police station?" Uncle Darwin asked for the third time.
I shook my head, then stared intently at Uncle Darwin who was focused on driving.
"Why does it seem like Uncle's so insistent on me going there?" I asked curiously.
Uncle Darwin glanced at me briefly and then smiled. "Nothing, just curious. Don't you want to know Lyka's condition after being caught pretending to be crazy?"
I shook my head again. "I'm not in the mood, Uncle. Maybe I'll go there later, but not now," I replied while observing the highway.
Uncle Darwin indeed planned to go to the police station to provide information about our presence at the mental hospital and what led us to be there. Maybe we could be asked to be witnesses because we witnessed what happened there. But I th
