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My immediate thought upon hearing she’s okay is that I want to call Spencer. He loves her, too. He should know.
“Visiting hours are over for the night, and we’ll be transferring her to a floor bed,” the doctor continues. “She can have visitors in the morning starting at eight, so feel free to go home and get some rest. She’ll need you at your best tomorrow.”
“Can I just get in to say goodnight?” Dad asks, and Uncle Jimmy nods beside him.
She flattens her lips, but then she nods. “Quickly, please.”
They both nod, and Amelia and I are left alone in the waiting room.
“Thank God she’s going to be okay,” Amelia says once Dad and Uncle Jimmy follow the doctor out of the waiting room.
I press my lips together and nod, and then I start to cry.
“Hey,” she says softly. This isn’t the Amelia I’m used to, but I’m not used to facing an emergency medical situation for a close family member either. “She’s going to be okay.”
“I was just holding it together for Dad,” I admit as I swipe away the tears.
“Me too,” she says, and her voice cracks.
It’s the most tender moment we’ve ever shared, I think, and it feels…strange.
Here’s this strong, independent, sometimes wild, sometimes wonderful woman, and I can’t help but think what a team we’d make if we could just find ourselves landing on the same side of things.
We haven’t eaten, so once Dad and Uncle Jimmy return from seeing Nana, Dad offers to take us all out to dinner. Uncle Jimmy rode in the ambulance here with Nana after she’d been confused and her face was starting to droop, and he sits in front of Dad’s car while I sit in back with Amelia.
There’s a bit of awkwardness in the air between us, but I also can’t help but wonder what’s going through Nana’s mind right now.
The most important thing is that we get her healthy and back home with us.
I wish I could talk to Spencer. I wish I could tell him what’s going on.
And I try to. The moment I walk in through the front door of my bungalow, I collapse on my couch and dial his number.
It goes straight to voicemail.
I tried. He didn’t answer.
I’m reminded once again how very well and truly alone I really am.
Chapter 56: Spencer Nash
I Think My Clock is Broken
Five Months After the Wedding
My phone was blowing up, so I turned it off.
Jensen must’ve talked to somebody connected to the media about me because he’s the only person I told that my marriage was over, yet it’s all over social media. It’s vague comments from unnamed sources, and it hurts that maybe she will see it. I should have warned her, but I got an assignment from Coach Clark, the wide receiver coach, to review my footage from yesterday’s game.
So in order to focus, I turned my phone to Do Not Disturb, and then, since I rarely use that feature, I pretty much immediately forget that I turned it on.
Since it’s my one day off this week, I think I just want a day off from, well…everything.
I leave my phone at home, slather on sunscreen, throw on my swim trunks and a baseball cap, and I head down to the beach. I take my slides off and leave them in the sand.
And then I start running.
I run until my lungs burn, and I keep going. I run until my legs burn, and I keep going. I’m sprinting through the surf on an empty beach on a warm Tuesday morning in September, and I want it to feel better than it does.
