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74
GEORGETOWN
SAVICH HOUSE
VERY EARLY SATURDAY MORNING
Savich locked the front door, set the alarm. He turned to see Sherlock yawn, then she gave him a huge grin. She’d been mostly silent on the way home, as if deep in thought. She hadn’t said anything when he’d stopped briefly at the National Mall and they’d watched the sun rise.
He touched his fingers to her chin. “You’ve been so quiet. And your eyes—I can see it now, you’re starting to remember, aren’t you?”
Sherlock raised her face. “Yes, but not everything. The most important thing is I remember me, who I am—I remember both of us holding Sean. I’d hoped it would all come back by the time we got home, and I was worrying it like Astro with a bone, but no, not yet. But, Dillon, you’re not a stranger anymore, you’re you. And I miss Sean.”
He gathered her in, held her close. He felt such relief, felt so grateful, he swallowed, said against her cheek, “You remember all about me? Us?”
“Yes, you’re front and center.”
“How? Did something happen to trigger your memory?”
“It was something so simple, so small, that set it off. When I looked at Jasmine Palumbo’s head to see how badly she was hurt, I told her it was only a flesh wound. In that instant, I saw Porter Forge. You remember Porter.”
“Oh yes, I remember Porter.”
“During a training exercise in Hogan’s Alley at Quantico, he was assigned to be one of the bank robbers and it ended up he tried to escape and I had to shoot him. When it was all over, I looked down at his face and head covered with too much fake blood and I told him it was only a flesh wound. I saw everyone laughing. It happened at the academy, over six years ago, Dillon. Can you imagine? The image from so long ago, and what I said, and suddenly there you were, with me. And Ruth.”
She shook her head, laughed, threw herself against him, and held on tight. “I looked over at you then and the world began to right itself. This was my life again.”
She leaned back, still holding on. “There are these strange gaps in time, but I know, deep down, the blanks will fill in.”
“Yes,” Savich said. “Yes.”
She touched her fingers to his face. “It was scary, Dillon, really scary, but now, being here with you again, it’s so very fine.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I fully intend to email Porter Forge and thank him, maybe ask when his birthday is, send him a present.”
They stood in the entry hall holding each other. She whispered against his neck, “I want to bring Sean home, watch him eat his Cheerios with a sliced banana on top. Now, about his wanting a three-speed bike for his birthday next week—”
