It was a Friday evening. My wife, my daughter R, and I had all experienced a long, tough week and decided that we deserved a good dinner. We went to a nice restaurant, had dinner, and were back at home relaxing when R came to tell me that her Uncle D wanted to talk to me. She was holding out her cell phone and I could see she was upset.
I don’t regularly see, or talk to my daughters’ uncle. Our paths rarely cross. Not that we don’t get along, just that we have few to no interests in common. I knew if he wanted to talk to me there had to be something wrong.
He told me Annette had been hit by a car. I asked how bad was it and he said he did not know. What he did know is that she had been transported to the hospital already. I told him I would get to the hospital as soon as I could and we ended the call.
At this point the story will start to get complicated without a little background info. I have two daughters, Annette and R. Annette and R have the same mother, whom we will call H. I am happily married, just not married to H. It will suffice to say that I do not get along to well with my daughters’ mother. D is H’s brother.
At that point I had no idea what kind of shape Annette is in, nor do I have any details about what had happened. I know she was hit by a car. I was upset and more than a little scared. The only thing I do know is that I have to go to the hospital to see my daughter.
I told my wife and daughter what was going on and R said she was going with me to the hospital. My wife and I decided she should stay home. We knew I could call if I needed her to come to the hospital. R and I quickly got ready for our trip to the hospital.