Remember Me(101)

By: Ashlee Mallory


“Is Vi all right?” Allie asked, her voice breaking as she remembered how certain she had been of being lost to her daughter forever.

Violet, they assured her, was safe and happy—and very anxious for Allie to be home. She was staying with Ryan, unaware of the true extent of what her mother had been through.

Oh, God. She couldn’t wait to hold her daughter in her arms again. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to let go.

She was shocked to learn she’d been in the hospital since yesterday, having slept the whole night and day away. For the first time, she noticed the heaviness of her arms, and she held them up to inspect. Her wrists were covered in bandages and tape.

Peg rushed to say, “I’m sure with time the scarring will be barely noticeable.”

Laney got teary-eyed again.

Allie was suddenly too tired to deal with it all. “I need to sleep now,” she murmured.

And as she started to drift off, she felt her heart tighten with an old, familiar ache.

Sam had saved her life.

But he hadn’t come to see her.

Hadn’t called.

Hadn’t sent her flowers, or even a note.

Now that the murder was solved, he’d apparently lost interest in her.

She swallowed down the hurt and disappointment.

Ah, well. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before—him leaving.

She’d survived back then.

She’d get over him this time, too.

Eventually…



The next time Allie awoke, the room was swathed with darkness. Her eyes took a moment to adjust, and she looked around, sensing someone else in the room.

Against the wall, a figure sat in the chair by the window. The person was leaning back with arms crossed. A big person. A man.

Panic swept through her, and she nearly gasped out loud. Until she remembered that Javier was under lock and key in the county jail.

“Hey,” said a soft male voice.

And suddenly, the panic was drowned in a groundswell of hope and happiness.

Sam.

She smiled. “Hey.”

He’d saved her.

And he’d come back.

“You’re awake,” he said.

She nodded, uncertain of what to say that wouldn’t sound too stupid or melodramatic. And despite the darkness of the room, with the dim lights on the machines around her, she felt a bit on display.

How long had he been sitting there? Watching her?

“Allie…” He leaned toward her, and she could see his face now in the faint light from the window. He looked really tired.

“Sam?”

He let out a long sigh. “I can’t believe what an asshole I’ve been. I should have believed you. There’s no excuse for my stubbornness, my stupidity. Believe me when I say…I’ll never doubt you again. I should never have thought you’d betray my trust like that. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Sam,” she whispered. Her heart was full to bursting as she gazed at the man who, in the short time he’d been back in town, had always been there for her when she needed him. “I understand. Oh, Sam, you’ve done so much for me—” her voice broke, and she swallowed down the flood of emotions. “You saved my life. Literally.”

“You’d lost so damn much blood. They weren’t sure—” He took a deep breath. “They had to give you a couple of transfusions. I told the doctor about you fainting the other day. Just in case there’s something—”

She suddenly remembered. “My God. Sam, she was trying to poison me. Señora Sanchez told me she’d wanted to make me sick so I couldn’t finish the video. She put something in my coffee creamer at school.”

He straightened with a scowl. “I’ll tell the police so they can test it. I’ll also tell your doctor so she can check you over. But Allie, you don’t have to worry anymore. Javier confessed to the police earlier today and turned on his mother for a better deal. But they’ll both be behind bars for a long, long time.”