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Doctor Owen’s smile tells me that the two are close friends, so I let down my wall of skepticism a bit. If he were going to hurt me, he would have done it when I was unconscious and he picked me up, right?
“I’m pretty sure they informed you of everything you need to know,” the doctor says. “But why don’t you step into my office for a minute? I’d like to have a word.”
“Can I stay here and help?” Madison says excitedly.
Her father, after a brief moment of hesitation, nods. “Sure, but don’t forget what I said about boundaries.”
“That I have more energy than everyone else, and I have to be aware of that?” she asks. “I know. I’lll be careful.”
With a smile and a ruffle of her hair, Logan walks out of the room with Doctor Owen.
After they leave, Madison turns to me. “So, what do I call you?”
“I don’t know,” I say.
She strokes her chin. “How about Lily? It’s my favorite flower—pretty, just like you.”
I smile. “I like Lily.”
“Me too.”
My name is Lily,I muse. Until I know who I truly am.
CHAPTER 3
Logan
"Can I go get her some tea?” Madison asks as she walks into the kitchen and finds me trying to whip up breakfast for three. It’s usually for two, but we have a guest, and I can’t leave her hungry.
“Yes, sweetheart. Just give me a minute, okay? I’ll get it ready.”
I place a kettle on the stove and get out of the tea box. There are some chamomile tea bags in the cupboard that the housekeeper—who cleans the cabin when we are away—stored the last time we were here. I know chamomile is good for sleep and relaxation, which she needs right now.
Madison taps her foot on the floor as I place a bag into a cup, add some milk, and wait for the kettle to whistle. When it does, I pour it into the cup, put it on a deep wooden tray, and gently hand it over.
“Be careful not to pour it on yourself, okay?” I say.
She nods. “I’m smarter than you think, you know.”
Her little sass brings laughter and tears to my eyes. “Sure, you are. Just don’t get too curious and ask many questions, okay? She’s still sick, so we don’t want to bother her too much.”
“Is it because she can’t remember anything?”
“Alright,” I click my fingers and reach down to ruffle her hair a little. “You’re smarter than me.”
I handle making toast and scrambled eggs. When I have a plate with two pieces of toast and a portion of eggs, I place them beside the cup.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
“Make sure to knock before you go in, okay?”
Madison nods, and with careful, deliberate steps, she walks out of the kitchen and heads for her room.
As promised, I have Lily—as Madison argued is her name—situated at the east end of the house and in the main bedroom. Madison’s bedroom is at the west end, and mine is closer to the living room—something I’ve picked up from years of reviewing cases of people who get hurt because their rooms were easy to break into. If anyone is breaking into my house, I will be the first person they meet and the last thing they ever see.
It took a while during the house between dawn and when we went to the hospital yesterday evening to get one of the spare rooms habitable, but I knew she would prefer to be away from unfamiliar faces until she could come to trust us.
