Page 122 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

Wake up. I patted the sides of my face but the hospital room didn’t magically transform into my dorm room. Melissa would know what to do. She could tell everyone what was going on. I looked at the nightstand for my cell phone but it was nowhere in sight. The chairs by the bed were empty too. Damn it.

I looked down at the IV stuck in my arm. I was just contemplating how much it would hurt to pull it out when the door flew open.

The first doctor came barging in, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Penny, we’re leaving. I’m taking you home.”

I shrunk away from him. Why would he take me home? My parents could do that. I didn’t like this doctor.

“Everything’s okay. Let’s just get you unhooked from these.” He looked at the machine I was attached to, like he was trying to figure out what to do. How inexperienced was he?

“Mr. Hunter,” my new doctor said as he came into the room. He was so flustered that his cheeks were red.

“Penny, you know I’m sorry. You know that. You know I’d never hurt you.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. Who was this guy? “I don’t know you.”

He ran his hands down his face. “Baby.” He sounded tormented.

But I was more focused on what he had said rather than how he had said it. Was he talking to me? I looked at my parents. I didn’t think he was talking to them. When I turned back to him, he was on his knees by the side of my bed.

“Baby, just let me take you home. We can’t trust any of the doctors here. They don’t know what they’re talking about. We’re going to go home and everything’s going to go back to normal.”

“To normal?” My heart was racing. What normal was he referring to? And how did it involve me?

He grabbed my hand. “Yes, baby. Tell him you want to go home.”

I pulled my hand away from him. “I want to go back to school. I have finals.”

“Penny.” His voice broke. “You’re not in school anymore. You know that. I know you remember. You have to remember.” He lifted up my hand again, tilting it toward me.

I stared down at my hand. There was a tan line on my ring finger. A line that would have formed from years of wearing an engagement ring. Or a wedding ring. Or both. I looked back at the man on his knees, with the desperation on his face. There were small crinkles around the corners of his eyes. Lines that came with age. He was…old. Not old like my parents. But certainly older than me. Too old for me.

“I need you to remember.” His Adam’s apple rose and fell. “I need you.”

I felt like I was going to throw up. How many times had I wished Austin would look at me the way this stranger did? So why did his gaze just make me feel sick to my stomach? I pulled my hand out of his grasp and shifted away from him on the bed.

“Mom, Dad. Can’t you just take me home? Please?”

“Penny, the doctor thinks it’s best if you just go back to your normal routine,” my mom said.

“Then take me back to school…”

“Your normal routine with James. And Scarlett. Here in New York.”

“But not for a few days,” my doctor interjected. “We’d like to monitor your progress. Despite what your husband thinks, not every doctor affiliated with this hospital is out to get you. You’re safe here. And hopefully your memory will come back before you even head back to your apartment.”

I barely heard him. I was completely focused on one word he said. Husband. I glanced down at the tan line on my finger. I was married? I looked at the man on his knees again. To him?

“Does that sound good?” the doctor asked. “In the meantime, there are a bunch of people in the waiting room ready to help jog your memory. Familiar faces and stories will be good.” He cleared his throat. “Not angry, harsh moments. Pleasant fun ones.” He was staring at…my husband.

I swallowed hard. “You’re not a doctor?” I asked him.

For a moment it looked like he was going to cry. But then he lowered both his eyebrows. He stared at me in a way that no one ever had before. Like he hated me and loved me at the same time. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

“No. I’m not a doctor,” he said.

“What’s your name?”

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