Page 11 of Found By You
McCrae’s whole face darkened, and then he turned to the doctor. “Let’s keep her another day before we do anything. I’m going to go to the station and try to figure some things out, but we’re not going to transfer her for another day. Okay?”
Dr. Chavez looked like he wanted to complain, but then he nodded. “Okay.” He turned to me, the shadows from the blinds striping across his concerned face. “Don’t worry. You’re going to stay here for a day. Hopefully you’ll start remembering things, and we’ll get some answers.”
Slight relief took the edge off my panic. I pulled my hand back. “I hope so.” For some reason, I trusted McCrae, and I hoped he wouldn’t let me down.
Chapter 5
McCrae
The next day, I ran and then got ready for work, just as I always did. This morning, though, I wondered what today would bring. I thought about the desperation in the woman’s eyes as she had insisted that she didn’t want to go to Denver, that she wasn’t sure what she was doing. I thought about how she’d told me, “You’re responsible for me because you found me.”
Yesterday, I’d gone into the station and tried to discover anything. But nothing had turned up. But I did feel responsible for her.
I grunted and then let out a long laugh. I wasn’t responsible for her. I could barely be responsible for myself. My mind flashed to Rose, whom I had dated for almost two years only for her to shut me out.
No, I wouldn’t think about Rose. It was better to focus on the woman at the hospital.
I left the house, got in my cruiser, and headed to work. My mind was still confused when my phone rang. I looked down and saw it was my mother. I answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hello?”
“I’m glad I caught you before you went on shift. I’ve just been praying a lot about this woman who can’t remember, and I think I want to go over and see her today. Is there anything we can do for her?”
My mother was constantly praying and trying to help people out. I knew it was a good quality. I knew that was what the Bible said—take care of others, love your neighbor, love God. Weren’t those the commandments that mattered most? “I don’t know, Mom. I mean, you can go over there.”
“What size clothes does she need? I think I’m going to take some over for her from the shelter.”
“Mom, how would I know?”
“Come on, give me a ballpark of a size.”
My mind twisted. “Two or four? She’s tiny. She’s probably five six, five seven.”
“Okay, sounds good, sweetie.”
I wanted to tell her not to get involved, but I just said, “Bye, Mom. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
When I got into work,I probably should have been more surprised to find my brothers there in Damon’s office. But I wasn’t. My family consisted of good people. They were all concerned when someone came to town and needed help. We had been trained since we were small to be search and rescue people—always capable, always ready.
I took a chair and got right to the point. “I guess the whole family’s interested in this woman. I just got off the phone with Mom, and she said she’s going to take clothes to her.”
Damon looked more brooding than usual. Sure, since he’d gotten married to Isla, he had been happier than I had ever seenhim. But right now, he just looked troubled. “Dr. Chavez still wants to transfer her to Denver.”
I steepled my fingers. “I was doing some research online, and for this type of amnesia, there’s really nothing people can do. I mean, for a day or two, or a week, you kind of just have to deal with it.”
“Agreed,” Noah said lazily.
Canyon looked pensive.
Dylan cleared his throat. “I was over at the hospital last night, and when the woman found out I was an attorney, she started asking about her rights. Frankly, she doesn’t have to go to Denver.”
I snorted. “Where would she go?”
Dylan held my gaze. “She wants to go home with you, bro.”
I stood up and burst into laughter. “She wants to go with me? What does that even mean?”
All of my brothers went quiet. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, punctuating the awkward silence.
