Page 50 of One Foggy Christmas
“Falling for you were some of the best times of my life. I’ll tell you every little detail if you want.” He holds my gaze, andI panic, knowing his mind replays scenes from our love story I don’t remember. It’s like an inside joke I’m not privy to.
I break his stare and force a yawn, hoping he catches the drift.
“No, it’s okay. That’s probably a big enough crumb for tonight.”
“You better get some rest.” He stands, thankfully taking my hint.
I nod, feeling tired now that he said something about it.
Nash slings his bag over his shoulder and walks to the door. He stops, reaching into the front zipper pocket. “I have your phone. I can keep it safe for you if it’s too overwhelming right now, or maybe it will help you see that there’s nothing fake about our marriage.”
He extends the device out, waiting for me to answer.
“I guess a little proof might help things.”
“It actually doesn’t have all three years on it.” He takes a step forward to place it on my tray table. “You dropped your old phone in a pool and hadn’t backed things up for a while, but I think there’s six or seven months of stuff on there to look through.”
“That should be enough for me to decide if we’re really in love,” I joke.
“I promise you.” His lips lift. “We’re really in love.”
Then why don’t I feel it?
He turns, and I watch as he opens the door.
“Where do you sleep?” I blurt, not sure why I care.
“If you need me, I’ll be right outside. Just like always.” His smile is the last thing I see before he shuts the door.
I can’t understand the comfort I feel from having Nash close by. It’s confusing and unjustified. But I don’t want to be alone.
Tears threaten to fall. I glance at my phone as a way to thwart them.
Not tonight.
My head is already spinning.
I can’t take any more crumbs—big or small.
NASH
For the firsttime in days, I feel hopeful.
Yes, Sadie still doesn’t remember me.
Yes, I’m living in a hospital waiting room.
But we talked last night.
I cannot tell you how good it felt to spend some alone time with her. My ability to cope with this whole situation was running threadbare, but that conversation with Sadie breathed new life into me. Even if she’s skeptical of us, it’s a start, and I’ll gladly take it.
I drag my eyes back to my laptop, trying to refocus and get some stuff done.
I’ve been working remotely since the accident. It’s not ideal, but nobody questions it when you’re the boss. Really, no one at work would give me crap for being at the hospital for Sadie. They care about her. For the last three years, she’s been running Superior Health alongside me, taking us to the next level. She’s one of us, whether she remembers it or not.
“One lukewarm coffee.”
I turn my head just as Lindy sits in the chair next to mine. She extends the white paper cup toward me, courtesy of the hospital cafeteria.
