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“That sounds good.” She stood up to go downstairs and get her purse when there was a knock on the door.
Julie left to answer the door, and Sam heard her say, “Morning, Dr. Anderson. How are you?”
“I’m fine, Julie. How are you?”
She listened to them make small talk as she and Adam walked back to the kitchen. When Eric rounded the corner, he looked fabulous. Sam didn’t realize how handsome he was. Those blue eyes found hers and held them captive. Feeling uncomfortable, she looked at her toes.
“How are the patients today?”
Adam looked over at Eric. “Well, my ankle hurts like a bitch and Sam said her arm is the same. I think we’re both dreading this morning. On a scale of one to ten, we’re at about a three!”
What a drama king!
“Speak for yourself; I’m at least a four,” Sam said with a smirk. She looked up at Eric, and he smiled at her.
“I would say at least a ten.”
A flush crept across her face. Adam snorted. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?”
Eric shrugged.
“Sam, can I look at your stitches? I want to make sure they don’t look infected. I was pretty confident that I got all the glass out, but I’d like to make sure.”
Nodding, she sat at the table again. Eric unwrapped the bandage and complimented Julie on her nursing skills. He looked and thought things looked good, but her arm was feverish and was slightly pink, so he wanted to keep checking. He reminded her to fill the prescription that he’d called in and stood to leave. Sam thanked Eric again and started to head to the basement stairs when Eric’s phone rang. He answered it, and she heard him say he would be right there.
“Sorry, emergency. A patient had a heart attack. Gotta run.”
He was out the door quickly, and Sam finally made her way downstairs to retrieve her purse. With a heavy sigh, she turned on her phone knowing what she’d probably see. Yep, more messages. She peeked at a couple of the texts:
Sam, please call me and let me know you are okay. I’m so sorry.
Sam, please, please call me or text me, just let me know you’re okay.
Sam, I love you, please talk to me.
Where the fuck are you?
God dammit Sam, at least let me know you’re okay.
That was enough; she couldn’t look at them any longer. She thought itwasselfish of her to not at least let him know she was fine. Of course, he’d be worried. She tapped her phone and texted,I’m fine.
She tapped send, then dialed the office number and got the voicemail. Leaving a message for Jessie, she called Bill on his cell and told him her mother had passed, and she needed to deal with things today. He was concerned and told her if she needed anything she should let him know. When the call ended, she turned her phone off and went upstairs.
Sam drove because Adam struggled so much with his ankle. While they drove, she called Josh and told him what was going on. When they spoke, she was relieved that he didn’t mention Gray other than to say that Gray had called looking for her Sunday evening. He’d told Gray that she was at Adam’s. Okay, so Gray knew where she was and didn’t come bursting through the door, so that was good. Joshdidask if everything was okay with them. She couldn’t get into it; she didn’t think she could talk about it yet without bawling her eyes out. She asked Josh to call Gage and Jake and let them know about her mom; then she ended the call.
When they got to the apartment complex, Sam was stunned at how run-down it was. Rusting cars, garage doors either hanging from their hinges or dented and rusting, and many apartment windows were covered with blankets tossed across the curtain rods haphazardly rather than curtains. The office wasn’t open, so Adam pointed in the direction of their mom’s apartment.
He said, “You know, we could really make this easy on ourselves.”
Sam looked over at him, her brows furrowed.
“Look at this place, Sam. I bet the people who live here would love to pick through this stuff. Why don’t we go in and see if there’s anything we want first. Then, in a week or so we can put up signs with ‘first come, first served’ and be done with it. We’re probably going to throw most of it out anyway. She smoked like a chimney, so all her stuff is going to reek. What do you think?”
She nodded. “Actually, that sounds great. The only thing I want is to see if she had any pictures. Do you know I don’t have a single picture of myself as a baby or small child? They never took pictures of me … only you. I would like to know what I looked like as a kid.”
Adam furrowed his brow. “Really?”
“Really. Not a single one,” Sam answered.
