"She didn't answer," Nolan said, only making my already beating wildly heart, thump harder."Fuck!" I said, running my fingers through my hair, and tried Madeline again. "Come on, Maddie," I said, lowering my voice. "Answer your phone, baby.""Why?" Nolan asked; then his eyes went wide as he watched me pace with the phone at my ear. "You think maybe . . .""Check that local news group on Facebook," Xavier suggested, and Nolan got right on it.I walked over to Nolan because at this point I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I wouldn't be able to concentrate now on anything until I heard from Madeline. "Did they say anything else about the accident, Dad?" I asked as Nolan scrolled through his screen."No, Hijo. The guy just said he heard it was a bad accident.""Here it is," Nolan said, and everyone's attention was on him now.He skimmed quickly, reading out loud through the post about it, skipping over everything that didn't give us any facts."A single-car accident involving a
What we knew about the accident at the very beginning was that somehow Madeline lost control of the car and it flew off the side of the embankment. They'd had the car's convertible top down, and all three were ejected from the car as it rolled over several times. It'd been confirmed the fourth person hadn't been a passenger in the car with them, so I knew, if there was the slightest hope the newscaster had it wrong and Madeline hadn't already been gone, she would be soon.Then I got the call from Loretta that confirmed my worst nightmare. My peanut was gone. She and Shelby had been pronounced dead at the scene while Maggie had been flown to the trauma center in Livingston. Only time anyone was transported there was when their injuries were as critical as Maggie's apparently were.I fell apart all over again, just as I did every time I woke from my drug-induced slumber—the only slumber I could get during those first agonizing days and weeks that followed her death.I knew I had a fam
The only reason I didn't shake my head adamantly and argue was because this was my father. He should've been part of the reason why I needed to move on. "It's okay to grieve, Hijo. You should. Take all the time you need. I lost your mama and felt those deep, deep feelings of despair too, but I won't sit here and say I know what you're going through. This is your grief. No two people are the same, and so no two people will grieve the same way. It may take you months, years, to heal. All I can promise you is, in the end, it will happen. Trust me. I know." He took a deep breath and sat back. "When your mama passed, I, too, had moments of feeling like I just wanted to die. Mind you I had four little boys who were counting on me to be there for them and those thoughts still crossed my mind. Don't let those feelings make you feel weak. They're perfectly normal. Accept them; just please don't act on them. They will pass, and little by little the memories will be what you'll live for." He hugg
The first anniversary of the accident came and went and was as hard as I thought it might be, despite my efforts to ignore the inevitable headlines about it. The candlelight vigil Shelby's mom held at the side of the river where the girls lost their lives was all over the local television and radio channels. Just like when they first died, many of their friends and work acquaintances were once again interviewed about their relationships with the girls.Everyone was still at a loss as to why neither Loretta nor Maggie had bothered to contact anyone. They both had co-workers and even close friends I thought they would've at least checked in with. Nolan had tried in vain for months to track Maggie down. All I could think was maybe her injuries were so physically devastating Loretta might be too consumed with Maggie's rehabilitation to think about anything else. In spite of my suspicions that, just like Loretta had known all along about Madeline and me, she also knew about Maggie and Nola
Dr. Windward continued to jot something down on her tablet before looking up at me. "When she touches her heart and then yours, what do you think that means?"I frowned because I hated when she turned shit around on me. I was there for her to explain this to me. With a shrug, I shook my head. "I don't know. Something about our hearts being one maybe? Or that I still own her heart the way she'll forever own mine?"She nodded but gave no indication of whether she agreed with my interpretation or not. "The day of the incident in your backyard, it was your heart that ached. You said it did as much as the day she passed.""Not just the day but the days, weeks, and months that passed," I explained, feeling a little annoyed. "It'd only just begun to numb, and then that happened. It was like a reminder that the pain would forever be there, and that's when the new dreams began.""Do you think maybe you're feeling a little guilty that the pain is beginning to lessen?"I shook my head. "I've
As the years slowly moved on, we settled into our new lives and began enjoying the success of our businesses in Radcliffe. I continued to experience moments like the one with the song in the backyard back in Huntsville. They were sporadic, but every time I thought I'd had my last, it'd happen again. Certain things seemed to set them off, only there wasn't much rhyme or reason other than they'd happen whenever something inadvertently awakened a vivid memory of Madeline.I was nowhere near ready to consider diving into any type of serious relationship even several years after her death, but I had hooked up a few times. The first time I tried I'd had a few beers in me, and at first, I felt fine. Kissing someone else's lips still felt wrong, but I reasoned it'd been long enough and it was part of moving on. Then halfway through as the making out got heavier, I had visuals of Madeline and the giddy way she'd greet me every time I picked her up. That alone was enough to nearly stop my heart
Turned out it was possible to make a "meatball" out of chickpeas and a whole bunch of other spices feel and taste like meat if you drowned it in enough marinara sauce and cheese. While I was open to trying more of her meatless dishes, there was no way I was giving up my carne asada and pastrami cheeseburgers.I knew my family would be happy about this turn of events. I started seeing Tara on a regular basis and never even sought out another therapist. It seemed pointless. Tara was more than open to talking about my feelings and even the occasional dreams I'd feel up to sharing with her now that we were a thing. What I hadn't shared with her, even though I knew she was a therapist and if anyone might understand this it'd be her, was I'd begun to feel Madeline's presence.If I go before you, I will haunt you until the day we're back together.It was crazy and I knew it, but a part of me couldn't help feeling like if anyone would keep good on her word, it'd be my spunky peanut. While a
I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I was still having a hard time breathing even as she reached me. "Maggie?"She nodded but continued to stare at me, looking as staggered as I felt but also a bit lost. I glanced at her friend, who stared at me in the same way Maggie did, like she was wondering who I was. I turned to meet Maggie's eyes again then pointed at myself. "Nicolas." As unlikely as it seemed, it had been seven years, so I had to ask. "You don't remember me?"She shook her head. "I never regained my memory after the accident."Hearing her voice nearly brought me to my knees. I'd forgotten how exactly alike Madeline and her sister sounded. She explained more about having lost all memory from before the accident then apologized for not remembering me.Completely lost in those eyes, I explained who I was—Madeline's boyfriend. She seemed even more staggered by that, and at this point, I could not take my eyes off her. It was like I was seeing a ghost. My beautiful Madeline
MadelineThe coughing in the living room followed by the moaning only made me want to giggle. But I dared not. Mama had warned me what big babies men can be when they're sick, and I'd seen it more than once, but it'd never annoyed me the way it did her. Why they had to moan after every cough and sneeze I'd never know, but unlike Mama, who rolled her eyes when her fiancé Don did it, I thought it was hilarious.Besides, I wouldn't have dreamed of complaining when it came to taking care of Nico. He would have gallantly taken care of me if needed. Not that I'd ever gotten this bad when I was sick. But my entire pregnancy the man went above and beyond taking care of me. That last month when I was on strict bed rest orders, he catered to my every whim. And unlike when it was my turn to do the nursing, between him and Ama, I got some delicious real home cooking"Who's ready for some yummy warm chicken soup?" I asked as I walked into the living room, carrying a tray with a bowl of the hot s
"I didn't say that. You did." She ran her hand through my hair. "But it was the first time I'd seen him since I broke up with him." She explained a little more about that but then added something more. "I do remember you being jealous, though," she said, looking up at me all whimsically. "Whose bike did I get on that had you seeing red?"Feeling my brows shoot up in reaction, I searched her eyes some more. There was only one time when this happened, and I made sure it never did again. "You remember that?""I had a visual just today when I realized I couldn't stomach him touching or kissing me anymore, not after this weekend." Going tense again as what she just said sunk in, I felt her fingers caress the side of my head, and just like that, I was able to breathe easily again. "Whose bike?""Some douche named Shane. I couldn't stand the way that fucker looked at you."She smiled. "I know you don't wanna hear about it, but after Ryan said 'you're mine' to me one time and it set off a
Madeline hugged her mom and their body language said the same thing. It's finally over. As if Loretta, too, had been living under unimaginable stress all these years, wondering when not if the straw would break the camel's back and it all would come tumbling out. She'd said it herself; she knew there was nothing she could do to keep us apart.I watched them, inhaling deeply, my insides filling with pride and emotion. This was really happening. I had my peanut back, and it was all because of her tenacity. Had she not been so bound and determined even after all these years, she may never have caught what she hadn't even known she was chasing. Just like me all this time, her gut kept telling her there was something missing and she needed to get to it.She explained to me as we drove to her hotel room how she'd gotten the room so she wouldn't have to face her mom just yet. She'd told Loretta she was working so she wouldn't be home when her mom got home from her weekend trip."I just nee
Loretta explained how she also couldn't take the chance of telling anyone—including me. "Her waking to no memory of her past, while tragic, I considered it a blessing, a sign that I'd done the right thing. I knew my biggest challenge would be getting her to agree to leave Huntsville—leave you. I knew there'd be no way in hell I'd convince her to, and if you weren't willing or able to leave with us, she'd be willing to risk her secret getting out. As discreet as you two were when you were sneaking around, I knew it'd be just a matter of time before the townsfolk got word that Nico was now in love with Maggie. It'd raise too many brows and questions."Madeline chimed in to explain about the birthmark. "Mama said it was an afterthought. Since she hadn't anticipated me waking up with no memory, it wasn't until she was getting ready to make her move and get me out of Huntsville that she thought of it.""I figured I should plant the seed early on," Loretta said, shaking her head. "And then
None of the random lies Madeline's mother had fed her over the years made any sense, but she said her mother lying about how her grandmother had actually died finally did. "A few years ago, my doctor suggested I have the birthmark on my neck checked. It turned out to be fine." Maggie turned to mom with a raised brow. "But because of my grandmother's supposed death from melanoma cancer, I elected to have it removed anyway."I still couldn't grasp it; though my heart was already leaping to accept it. Afraid to speak for fear of my voice betraying me, I managed one word. "How?"That did it. Instantly, my eyes blurred, and I felt my throat constrict until something else hit me. All these years I'd suffered an anguish I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, and Madeline had been dealing with thinking she was going mad. All because of her mother.The overpowering emotion I'd begun to feel was clouded momentarily as my insides were suddenly on fire, and I turned to Loretta. "Why?"Maggie . . .
I didn't even bother telling them to stay put. I could already hear them scrambling to grab their shit and come after me, but they weren't stopping me. At least they had the sense not to try. "The address, Nolan," I barked as I jumped on my bike outside the shop, and Xavier and Quino worked fast to lock the shop up.He was already racing toward his bike as he scrolled through his phone. In the next second, the envelope with the forwarded text popped up on my screen. I tapped it into the navigation app on my phone and squeezed it into my handlebar phone mount as my brothers articulated their loving words of wisdom and heeded warnings."Calm your ass.""Don't drive like an idiot.""Remember we're all following you," Xavier cautioned, knowing full well this one would likely be the only warning I'd be taking seriously. "We'll be right behind you. So whatever stupid maneuvers you make, we'll be making them with you."Fuck me.As if I didn't have enough to worry about, I'd for sure hav
Nolan spoke so fast I had to stop him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, holding my hands up. "You're talking too fast. Take a breath, man, and start over."I was still trying to wrap my head around what he'd first said. Skipping the taking-a-breath part, Nolan went on a little slower but just as urgently. "Her mom lied about a whole lot of shit. Kept so much from her it has her completely confused, but she still hasn't questioned her mom because she's trying to gather more evidence of what she suspects. She told me all this yesterday. It's why when I saw the engagement post today I immediately called her on it. How could she be getting engaged if she still doesn't know for sure if you two are soul mates?"That last part sucked the air out of me, but I refused to get my hopes up. Every time I did, that tiny voice of reason in the back of my head cleared its throat and reminded me about the physical proof that she wasn't Madeline. Nolan reeled off, too fired up to let any of us get a word i
As if he knew without having me say it, Nolan didn't push for me to finish explaining. Instead, he nodded in understanding; though he still looked a little unconvinced about Maggie not having ulterior motives."I don't talk to her too often," he explained. "She drops me a text when she has questions regarding something she just remembered or whatever. Last I heard from her was when she called to ask about the pier. She'd had a dream about it, but didn't remember anything about the pier."Hearing about her dreams reminded me of Maggie dreaming of me. Of course I'd kept this to myself. I hated how, on top of what a confusing mess this was, I had to be mindful that this was a girl Nolan had slept with. One who though he didn't admit it then I could tell he was beginning to fall hard for. Even if he was long over her now, it'd still be weird as shit.He had nothing more significant to tell me but assured me if he heard or remembered anything else he'd let me know. As far as I was concer
Even this had me feeling a mixture of something I only ever felt when Madeline was alive—a strange but urgent sense to protect. But protect who? Maggie? And against who? My brother who was only concerned for me? Of that, I had no doubt.So I chose my words and tone carefully. After taking in another spoonful of cereal as nonchalantly as ever, I posed the burning question. "What are you getting at, Nolan?"Tapping his fist softly on the counter in a nervous pattern, he started telling me what I'd suspected already: that since Maggie showed up in Radcliffe, he'd kept in touch with her but hadn't mentioned it because he didn't think I'd want to hear about it. Mostly they'd texted but he'd talked to her on the phone a few times as well. "That blow to the head she took must've been real bad because even after all these years she still seems really confused and has lots of questions."I nodded, trying my damnedest to focus on what he was saying and not my unreasonably heating insides. Ins