Mark hesitated at the door, sensing the tension in the room. His eyes flickered between Anna and me, perhaps noticing the urgency in my expression. I knew I had to tread carefully. If Anna’s accident was deliberate, the implications were chilling. Someone had wanted to hurt her, and if we didn’t act quickly, they might succeed.
“Mark,” I said softly, keeping my voice steady, “I think we need to reconsider what happened to Anna.”
He frowned, stepping closer. “What do you mean?”
I glanced at Anna, then back at him. “When you were younger, remember how I used to teach you and Anna Morse code? Well, she just used it to tell me something important.” I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. “She said it wasn’t an accident.”
Mark’s face went pale. “What… What are you saying?”
“Her fingers,” I whispered, “they tapped out a message. She said her brakes were cut.”
A silence enveloped the room, broken only by the persistent beep of the machines. Mark’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s impossible. Are you sure?”
I nodded, my heart heavy with the gravity of the situation. “I’m certain. We need to tell the police, have them investigate the car.”
Mark ran a hand through his hair, a storm of emotions playing out across his features. “This can’t be happening,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
I reached out, touching his arm lightly. “Mark, I know this is a lot to take in, but if Anna’s right, we can’t just ignore it. We owe it to her to find out the truth.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze shifting to Anna’s still form. “Alright,” he said finally, determination hardening his voice. “I’ll call the police. We need to get to the bottom of this.”
As he left the room, I turned back to Anna, squeezing her hand gently. “We’re going to find out what happened, sweetheart. I promise.”
Her fingers lay still in mine, but I felt a warmth, a connection, as if she knew we were listening, that we believed her.
The hours that followed were a blur of activity. The police arrived, taking statements and examining Anna’s car. I stayed by her side, my mind racing with questions and fears. Who could have done this? And why?
Mark returned, sitting heavily in the chair beside me. “They’ll check the car,” he said, his voice edged with worry. “But Mom, who would want to hurt Anna?”
I shook my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. “I don’t know, Mark. But we have to consider everyone. Someone she trusted, perhaps.”
He nodded, his expression darkening. “We need to be careful.”
As the day turned to evening, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. Anna’s message had changed everything. She had given us the key to unraveling the mystery, and I was determined to see it through.
Together, Mark and I sat vigil by Anna’s side, united in our resolve. The truth was out there, waiting to be uncovered. And with Anna’s silent plea guiding us, we would leave no stone unturned until justice was served.