May felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Her heart raced, and she gripped the edges of her hospital bed tightly. "What? But... why? Who would want to kill me?"
Detective Ramirez stepped forward, his expression somber. "That's what we're trying to figure out, Ms. Davies. We've found evidence of tampering with your car's brake lines. It wasn't an accident; it was deliberate." His voice softened. "We understand this is a lot to take in, especially given your current condition. But we need you to be aware of the situation for your own safety."
May's mind reeled. Not only was she pregnant and caught in some bizarre love triangle, but now someone wanted her dead? It was too much. She closed her eyes, willing herself to remember something, anything that might explain why someone would want to harm her. But again, all that greeted her was the familiar blankness.
"May we inquire about the individuals who recently visited you?" one of the detectives asked.
Opening her eyes, May explained: "The woman you glimpsed is my elder sister, Lilly. The gentleman with the pale countenance and dark hair is my soon-to-be husband, while the man with the dark blonde hair is my lover. At least that's what I've been told," she replied with a sarcastic smirk. Her tone was laced with irony.
"For now, everyone around you is a potential suspect until cleared," the detective warned. "Without further information from an eyewitness or you yourself about the course of events, it's difficult for us to even figure out exactly what happened, let alone rule someone out based on an alibi. We'll keep digging, but it's crucial that you keep all of this in mind. Do not trust anyone."
May nodded numbly, her mind still struggling to process the barrage of information. The detective's words echoed in her head: everyone was a suspect. Even the people she was supposed to trust most.
"I understand," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what am I supposed to do now? I can't even remember who I am, let alone who might want me dead."
Detective Ramirez's expression softened slightly. "For now, we're going to place a guard outside your room. No one gets in or out without being cleared by us first. Unfortunately, this arrangement only works for as long as you stay in the hospital. Once you are discharged, you are on your own."
May's face dropped at that.
"There's actually another suspicious point we wanted to mention," Detective Thomson interjected. "It's about your secretary, Mr. Cain Walker. He's been missing since your accident. As he also functioned as your chauffeur most of the time, he might have been with you in the car, though no traces of him were found at the site—no blood, nothing. We've tried contacting his family and friends, but to no avail. All trails lead nowhere."
"It's quite possible that his identity was fake," Detective Ramirez added, taking a photo out of her notebook. "Here's a picture of him. If this person appears before you, please be especially careful and notify us immediately. We don't know for certain if he's connected to your accident, but his disappearance is highly suspicious."
The man in the picture had a sturdy jawline, his expression unreadable and foreboding. His black hair was neatly combed back, with a few strands falling over his forehead. The glasses perched on his nose gave him a scholarly appearance.
Again, there wasn't a flicker of recognition as May studied the picture.
"I understand," May replied, seemingly calm and collected, but inside, a storm was raging. She was confused and felt helpless. She hated that feeling and grew increasingly frustrated with herself for having lost her memories. It seemed there was no one she could trust, so she could only depend on herself to stay alive and find whoever was after her life.
She felt dizzy from all the information presented to her, and she was incredibly tired. Her exhaustion must have been visible, as the detectives stood up and handed her a card with their contact information. "It's already late, and we don't want to intrude further. Please contact us as soon as you remember anything."
"Thank you, detectives. I'll keep that in mind."
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the room as the detectives left. The silence that followed was filled by the gentle rustle of fabric as nurse Sharon entered.
"How is it, dear? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"
"No, nothing, thank you." May shook her head, which led to a new wave of dizziness.
"Alright then. What about your family? They're still waiting outside."
"Please tell them all to leave. I'd like to be alone right now." May's eyes were closed, her head resting wearily against the hospital bed's pillow. The events of the day had taken their toll on her, leaving her drained and unable to cope with any more questions or concerns.
"Of course, dear. If you need anything, just push the button to your left-hand side, and I'll come." she said reassuringly, before leaving the room.
May only nodded, too exhausted to even answer. The steady beeping of the machines monitoring her vital signs filled the room, adding to the quiet hum of voices from the hallway outside. She longed for some peace and solitude to process everything that had happened.