A/N: Short short chapters of a long long story. 🙂 Trying to get my mojo back on.
Tagline: “One day I fell asleep, and I never woke up.”
Henry was surprised to be called at a crime scene the next day, he was almost certain this was a complicated one, otherwise Jo wouldn’t have called for him. He saluted the two detectives, and proceeded to look at the body without too much fuss. He kept looking around for 15 minutes, as if trying to understand something, all this while the two detectives stared at him waiting for an answer.
“So, what’s the verdict, Doc?”, Hanson asked after losing his patience.
“All this is wrong.”, Henry replied confused.
“What’s wrong?”, Hanson tried.
“Everything … May I ask how you found this body?”
Again it was Hanson the one who answered. Jo was evading him.
“We got an anonymous call. We assume it was the killer, but couldn’t track him. Why?”
“It’s like it was done on purpose… Like whoever did this knew we will be here, and wanted us… No. Wanted me to… ” he paused when a glimmer caught his eye. Everything after happened so fast… He heard Jo’s voice calling his name, and almost simultaneously he felt her body collide with his.
Jo woke up in a hospital, clean white sheets covering her. She could feel she was all wired up to various machines even before she opened her eyes. This must’ve been a bad one, she thought as she could not yet recall what had happened. She opened her eyes and looked around only to meet Henry’s tired gaze. How long had she been out? How long had he been here? These thoughts went through her head as she took in Henry’s appearance, tired gaze, as if he hasn’t slept in a while … a long while, his stubble has grown into a small beard, and his slumped form looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, she was startled to think it … but somehow … he looked really old. She swallowed, and he raised himself from the chair and exited the room. Not long after that a nurse and Abe entered.
“Welcome back, kiddo!”, he saluted.
“Abe, hi! What are you doing here?”
“Well, I had to send Henry home, he hasn’t slept … ” he paused, he didn’t want Jo to know Henry hasn’t slept the whole time she was there. “ … in a while. And he made me promise not to leave you alone.”
“That’s very sweet … but, Abe, I’m sorry, your friend’s son is out of his mind.”
“Henry is not my friend’s son, Jo. He’s … he’s family.”
“Is he … is he your son?”
“It would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Abe smiled bitterly. “I want to tell you a story. I want to tell you about my father.”
Jo looked at him a bit confused, but she realized it might clear up some of her questions so she agreed.
“I was adopted you know. My parents found me at Auschwitz, it was love at first sight. Of course, who wouldn’t love a cute baby like me?”, he joked to make things less dramatic. “I couldn’t have asked for better parents. They loved me and loved each other.”
“Things got complicated, so my mother left. She was trying to find a safe place for us to live as a family. But we didn’t know that, we just found out from a letter she failed to send before she died.”
“My old man was devastated when she left. He kept blaming himself for her departure. I barely got him out if it with his mind in one piece.”
“It must’ve been terrible for him. Not knowing what happened to her.”
“It was. He locked himself in after she left. He was so lonely for so long.”
So it Abe’s father wasn’t the reason Sylvia left her family … but what did this have to do with Henry?
“Henry blames himself for what happened to you.”
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“He was the target.”
“Why would somebody try to kill him? Abe … what is he hiding?”
“Nothing that would put anyone but himself in danger, that I can tell you. The rest …”
“Is his story to tell.” Jo continued, defeated.
“Yeah.” Abe then reached for the door “I have to go now. See you soon, kid.” but before he could leave the room Jo spoke:
“He told me he’s 200 years old.”
“Well, he does act like an old fart, doesn’t he?” Abe laughed then left the room, leaving Jo whisper to herself: “Yes …. yes, he does.”