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“The accident. Her purse fell off the seat, and her phone fell out. She heard it ding, and when she stopped at a light, she removed her seat belt and reached down to get it.”
“Shit,” Shaun said.
“Well, at least we know what actually happened,” Simon said. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. She blames herself. She said if she would have had the seatbelt on, she most likely wouldn’t have suffered the brain injury. But, on a positive note.” I smiled. “She told me she loves me as I was walking out the door.”
“That’s wonderful, cousin.” Sam reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“It sounds like things are finally going back to normal.” Stefan smiled.
“Yep. One day at a time.”
* * *
Charlotte
Of course, the one memory I never wanted to remember came flooding back like a wave crashing into the shoreline. I was still shaken by it, but after doing some serious thinking while Conner was surfing, I had two options. I could either dwell on it for the rest of my life and let it consume me, or I could move on with my life as I had been.
A couple of weeks had passed, and it was my thirty-fourth birthday. I still couldn’t grasp that I was ten years older. I hadn’t had another memory since the night I remembered the accident, and I was okay with that. I accepted the fact that I might never get any of them back. But if I did get one here and there, I would take it and be grateful. Meanwhile, Conner and I were making new memories together.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to my beautiful fiancée, whom I love so much. Happy birthday to you.” Conner grinned as he walked into the bedroom carrying a tray with a single rose in a vase, coffee, and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with a lit candle in the middle. “Happy birthday, babe.” He set the tray across my lap and kissed my lips.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Don’t forget to make a wish.”
I closed my eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candle.
“You didn’t have to make me pancakes.”
“Oh, I didn’t. Sebastian did.” He grinned as he climbed onto the bed next to me. “But I asked him. It’s the thought that counts, right?”
“Yes, definitely.” I kissed him.
I cut a piece of the pancake and brought the fork to my mouth.
“Oh, my God. These are delicious.”
“They do smell good. Can I have a bite?” Conner asked.
I cut a piece, brought the fork up to his mouth, and then quickly brought it to mine and ate it.
“Hey,” he said.
“What?” I asked with a mouthful of pancakes.
“Why did you do that?”
“Oh, I thought about letting you have a bite. It’s the thought that counts, right?” I smiled.
“Wow. You’re lucky it’s your birthday.” His eyes narrowed, and I laughed.
“You know, I got to thinking,” I said.
“About what? How much of a pancake hoarder you are?”
“Grow up, Kind.”
