Page 24 of Found By You
I stood and put the crackers down.
Kayla opened up the suitcase and pulled out a nightgown. It was cut off at the cap sleeve and flowed down to my feet. It looked old-fashioned, but I didn’t care. She helped me change into it, and then she brushed my hair back and put in a scrunchie from my toiletry bag.
“Thank you,” I said softly. I ate another cracker, feeling even better. “I’m sorry to be such a bother.”
Kayla let out a light laugh. “Are you kidding? I’m just happy to be the one taking care of someone else.” She tapped my shoulder, and when I looked in her eyes, I could tell she meant it.
It made me want to cry again, but I sucked in a breath. “Well, you do a good job of it.”
She shook her head and then softly put her hand on my forehead. “Everyone needs help sometimes, Sky. It’s okay.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
She cocked a brow. “What are you thinking?”
I shrugged. “I wonder what my real name is.”
“Me too. Okay, so, do you want more crackers? Or should we brush your teeth? We have some makeup remover.”
I finished eating and took another drink. “I’m good now. I think it was just the shock of everything, but I am tired, and I think I’ll go in the bathroom and take my makeup off and brush my teeth.”
It was odd that I could still do all these normal things but I couldn’t remember my name, where I was from, or if I had a family. Without warning, the thought hit me again—no family had shown up to claim me.
I was alone.
Kayla was still there. “Are you okay?”
“I guess. I mean, I’m so grateful for you guys, but where’s my family? Where are the people who care about me?”
She hesitated. “I think I would feel the same way.”
In the bathroom, I got ready for bed. The bathroom was spacious, with a large mirror that reflected my tired, confused expression.
When I came out, McCrae was standing there, wearing a white T-shirt and gym shorts. “How are you?” he asked quietly.He seemed to be taking in my appearance, and I couldn’t hold back a smile.
“I’m okay, but how do I look?” I met his gaze as he studied my face, his eyes soft in the gentle hallway light.
He shrugged. “You look fine. How are you feeling? I’m just concerned. Maybe we should take you back to the hospital.”
I shook my head and moved toward the bedroom. “No way, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”
“I didn’t mean that I wanted to get rid of you.”
I turned back and smiled at him. “I know.”
We stared at each other, and tension ramped up between us. I felt drawn to this man. Then I felt guilty. I didn’t know if I should be feeling this way about someone I’d just met.
He hesitated.
“It’s weird, right?” I continued. “That no one has come for me. I mean, if you had a girl or you were married, wouldn’t you be looking for her? Has anyone called the police? Have there been any inquiries about me?”
McCrae’s face went even more somber. “I told the gal on dispatch to call me if there was anything. The whole station knows that they should reach out to me if anyone comes in. And you know we’re looking. We’ve got some people.”
To my horror, I felt like crying again. I waved my hand in front of my face like I could banish the tears. “I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m so confused. I hate this.” I rushed into the room and tumbled onto the bed.
I hadn’t closed the door behind me, so he followed.
I sniffed and then turned back to him. “I’m being such a baby, and I’m so weak. I’m falling apart. Sorry.”
