Page 31 of A Kind Wedding: Conner & Charlotte

“No.” He shook his head. “A seventeen-year-old boy smashed into the back of you while you were stopped at a light.”

“How is he?” I asked.

“He passed away a few days after the accident.”

“Oh.” I looked down.

He reached over, and I moved my hand away.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke.

“I’m really hungry,” I said. “And where is the nurse with my water?”

“I’ll go get you some and order you food from Sebastian’s restaurant.”

“Who?” I furrowed my brows.

“Sebastian. He’s my cousin and owns three restaurants. You love his food.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” He walked out of the room.

I hugged Darla as I tried so hard to remember the last ten years of my life. Nothing. All I saw when I tried to remember was darkness—a black hole that went on forever.

Conner walked into the room, holding a Styrofoam cup with a straw in it.

“Thank you,” I spoke as he handed it to me.

“You’re welcome. Sebastian will be here soon with food.”

CHAPTER12

Charlotte

“I have questions,” I said. “I don’t have anyone else. Both of my parents are dead, and my brother is in prison. But I’m sure you already know that.”

“I do know that. I know everything there is to know about you, Charlotte.” The corners of his mouth curved up into a soft smile.

“Did I graduate? Am I a clinical psychologist?”

“Yes. You graduated with honors, a 4.0, and with awards from the APA.”

“Where do I work if Hope Memorial is closed?” My brows furrowed.

“You have your own practice at the Kind Medical Center and work one day a week here at Cedars.”

“Kind Medical Center?”

“My brothers and I own it.”

“So, we work together?” I asked.

“Your practice is down from mine.” A smile crossed his lips.

“Knock, knock.” I heard a voice from the doorway.

“Come on in.” Conner stood up.

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