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I placed my hands on my hips and paced around the room.
“I’m your fiancé!” I loudly voiced as I stared at her. “I’m sorry. It’s just—”
“Uh, hey.” Jackson walked into the room. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I sighed.
“How are you feeling, Charlotte?” Jackson asked as he walked over and checked her vitals.
“Okay.”
“The rest of the family wanted to come to visit you today, and I told them to hold off.”
“Why would you do that, bro?” I asked.
“Because I’m discharging her tomorrow morning,” he said. “Your vitals are great.” He looked at Charlotte. “I spoke with your occupational therapist, who said you did really well today. There really is no reason to keep you in here. You’ll recover better at home anyway. Plus, I’m right next door if something comes up.”
“You live next door?” she asked.
Jackson looked at me. “You didn’t tell her about the family?”
“I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
“What are you talking about?” Charlotte asked.
“Our entire family lives on one stretch of the beach, except for our other cousins, Grayson, and Gabriel. They live in Boston,” Jackson spoke.
“Oh. That’s kind of weird,” Charlotte said.
“Well, you didn’t think that before the accident.” Jackson winked at her. “Conner, can I see you out in the hallway?”
“Sure.” I followed him out of the room.
“What the hell is going on in there? I could hear you down the hall.”
“She asked Nathan if I pushed her into getting her scars fixed. Can you believe that?”
“Yes. I can believe it. She doesn’t remember anything from the past ten years. She doesn’t know you, bro. As bad as you want her to remember, she can’t, and you have to understand and accept that. She’s going to say and do things that will test you. I have the address of a support group I want you to consider attending. It’s for families of amnesia victims due to trauma.”
“Fuck that.” My brows furrowed. “I don’t need a support group.”
“Yes, you do.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Any one of us will go with you. All you have to do is ask. This group can help you deal with what’s happened. Now, you better calm the fuck down and get things ready for Charlotte to return home tomorrow. Understand me?”
I nodded and walked back into Charlotte’s room. She was sleeping, so I grabbed a sandwich at the cafeteria.
“Hey.” Charleigh smiled.
“Hey, Charleigh,” I spoke.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I grabbed a tuna sandwich.
“I don’t believe you.” She grabbed the sandwich from my tray.
“Excuse me.”
“It’s on me, and we’re sitting down and talking. So, if you want your sandwich, you have to follow me.” The corners of her mouth curved upward.
