“Everyone’s worried sick,” Mom said, eventually breaking the heavy silence. “Avery spent the first three nights camped downstairs in the family room. He point blank refused to leave.”
“H-he did?” My brother was supposed to be in Indiana, so it touched my heart knowing he’d rushed back to be at my side.
“I don’t want him jeopardizing his junior year,” I said. Avery played football for Notre Dame and had a real shot at going pro. “Once he’s seen I’m okay, he needs to go back. I won’t be the reason he messes up his—”
They shared a strange look.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” Mom squeezed my hand.
Just then, the doctor came into the room. At least, I assumed he was the doctor given his appearance. “Ah, Ashleigh, it’s so good to see you’re awake.” He greeted my parents before his attention came back to me. “I need to examine you, Ashleigh, if that’s okay?”
“Yes, of course.”
“It shouldn’t take long. Did your parents fill you in on what happened?”
“I was in an accident.”
“You were. You suffered what we call a traumatic brain injury.” He approached the bed. “Are you okay with your parents staying in the room during my examination?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
He nodded and gently eased back the sheet, taking my hand in his. “Flex your fingers please.”
I did and he smiled. “Good. Now if you could follow my light.” He produced a small flashlight and shined it in my eye, left then right. Then he held up a finger at different angles and made me focus on it as he moved it slowly toward me.
“What’s your name?”
“Ashleigh Karen Chase.”
“Good, good. And where do you go to school, Ashleigh?”
“Rixon High. I just started senior year.”
Mom sucked in a sharp breath and my eyes immediately went to hers. “What is it?” I asked, another flash of dread snaking through me.
“When’s your birthday, Ashleigh?” The doctor asked, sympathy shining in his cerulean eyes.
“September twenty-second. I’ll be turning eighteen.”
“How is this possible?” Dad asked, clearing his throat.
“What is going on?” I demanded, hating that they seemed to be having a conversation about me, without me.
“Sometimes, when the brain suffers trauma, it causes memory loss.”
Memory loss? That made sense.
“That’s why I can’t remember the accident?”
“Yes, and…” He glanced at my parents again, and they both nodded.
“Ashleigh, I suspect you have something called retrograde amnesia.”
“Amnesia.” The word rattled around my head.
“The part of the brain responsible for memory was damaged in the accident. It’s not uncommon for some patients to experience memory loss, particularly of those memories stored in the immediate days and months leading up to the accident.”
“Do they ever return?” There was a tremble to Mom’s voice that made the knot in my stomach tighten.
“They… can. Over time. Some people get all of their memories back. Others find some return, but some remain inaccessible.”
“Guys.” I let out a strangled laugh. “This is silly. It’s just a few weeks. I’m not sure I want to remember the accident anyway.”
Mom and Dad both gave me a tight smile.
“Ashleigh, this will be hard to hear.” The doctor settled his kind gaze on me. “But you’re not seventeen.”
“Of course I am. I turn eighteen in a couple of weeks. I’m a senior at Rixon High School. My best friends are Lily Ford and Peyton Myers. I have a brother named Avery, who has a girlfriend named Miley. My parents are Hailee and Cameron Chase. My uncle is Xander. He’s helping coach the football team this year with my other uncle. Uncle Jason.” Panic swelled inside of me like a storm.
“Sweetheart, take a breath.” Dad stood, running a hand down his face.
“I-I don’t understand…” I silently pleaded with him to fix this. To reassure me that everything was going to be okay. But then he said eight little words that changed everything.
Everything.
“It’s almost July, sweetheart. High school is over.”
Ten months of my life… gone.
Just like that.
The doctor called it retrograde amnesia, said that sometimes after a TBI a person lost the days or weeks or months leading up to the accident.
I’d lost my entire senior year save for the first few weeks.
I didn’t know how to process that. How to accept that such a crucial part of my life was just… gone.
At least Ezra was okay.
I’m not sure I could have survived it if anything had happened to him too.
My parents had informed me that Mr. and Mrs. Bennet—his foster parents—had finally adopted him. So he was no longer Ezra Jackson, but Ezra Bennet.
They said he was fine, but I wanted to talk to him, to look him in the eye and know that he was okay. Maybe seeing him, talking to him, would fill in the missing pieces of that night.
According to Dad, there had been a graduation party at Bryan Hughes’s house. He was on the football team with my cousin Aaron. Ezra was giving me a ride home when we got run off the road.
It still didn’t feel real. That they were talking about something that happened to me, when the last thing I could remember was everyone talking about the upcoming pep rally at the beginning of senior year.
Frustration welled inside me again as I tried not to get worked up over the lost memories. But memories made you who you were. They shaped you, influenced the road you walked on. Without them, was I even me anymore?
I mean, it wasn’t like I was missing a day or two; I was missing some of the most significant moments of my life.
College applications.
Homecoming.
My eighteenth birthday.
Finals.Prom.Graduation.My entire high school experience had been blown wide open, leaving a gaping hole right at the heart of what should have been the best year of my life.Mom and Dad had tried to talk to me about it, about college and all the important things I’d missed, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie there and be a bystander to almost a year of my life.So I’d faked a headache and asked them to let me rest. But sleep didn’t come, and I’d been lying here for too long, trying to will the memories back into existence.The door opened and my brother peeked inside.“Avery,” I breathed.“Hey, Leigh Leigh. Mom and Dad said you were sleeping but I had a feeling you—oh shit, Sis, don’t cry.”But the floodgates had torn open, big fat ugly sobs spilling out of me like a torrent.“Hey, it’s okay.” He rushed to my side and took my hand in his. “It’s okay.”“Is it?” I choked out. “I can’t remember, Ave. I can’t remember any of it.”“Fuck,” he hissed. “I… I don’t know what to say.”“The
“That’s great, sweetheart. I’ll tell her you’re ready for visitors.”“Jeez, Dad. Don’t make it sound so weird.”He smiled but it slipped. “You’ll get through this, Ashleigh. I know you will.”I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Because there was no guarantee. Even if my memory returned, the doctor said I might have permanent gaps.Parts of my life… vanished.Forever.It was a lot to wrap my head around.But what choice did I have?“Ashleigh?” My cousin peeked around the door, and I smiled.“You’re here.”“I am.” She came over, pulling a stuffed toy from behind her back. “For you.”“Thank you.” I took the bear from her, running my hands over its soft fur.“How are you feeling?” Lily sat down in one of the chairs beside my bed.“I feel okay. The whole memory loss thing is weird but I’m dealing.”“I’m so sorry.” Tears glittered in her eyes. “I can’t even imagine—”“Please, don’t. I just want to talk. Mom said you and Kaiden are getting ready to move to Penn State. I can’t believe you
“Yeah, they were so happy about it.”This was hard. I wanted to see Ezra, to make him tell me everything. But he didn’t handle change well. And everything was different now.Not to mention the fact he’d walked away from the accident unscathed, and I hadn’t.“I’m so pleased for them all. Ezra needs family,” I said. “He needs to know he belongs.”But Lily wasn’t smiling. In fact, she looked downright miserable.“What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked.“There’s something else, something about Ezra…”Oh God.My heart ratcheted in my chest.Had he finally met someone? A girl he wanted to open his heart to?I’d always held out hope that one day I would burrow through his walls and find a way inside. But that dream would wither and die if he’d found someone else.“Did he… did he meet someone?” My stomach twisted, anticipating the pain that would follow if she confirmed my worst fear.“What? No. No, it’s nothing like that.”“It isn’t?” Sweet relief slammed into me.There wasn’t someone else.Whic
I knew what he wanted—he wanted things to be okay between all of us.But it was easy for him. He was Asher and Mya’s biological son. He was a part of them.I was… different.I appreciated everything they’d done for me over the years, appreciated that they’d cared enough to want to keep me and make it official by adopting me.But I wasn’t like them.The Bennets were a close-knit family. Aaron, his twin sister Sofia, and their parents Asher and Mya. They had a tight group of friends and family. A whole network of people in Rixon who had their backs.I’d been a part of their lives for seven years, but the truth was, I’d always been on the outside looking in. The piece of the puzzle that didn’t quite fit.And now I was the bitter disappointment.But that was my M.O., and no matter how hard I tried to break the cycle, I ended up back at square one. Sabotaging everything good in my life.“I keep thinking about Leigh, about what it must be like, waking up with ten months of your life just go
I couldn’t think of anything worse than training with the Rixon Raiders under Coach Ford’s leadership. Ashleigh was his niece for fuck’s sake. It was a disaster waiting to happen.One I wanted no part of.“Here you go,” one of the regular servers, a sweet girl called Penny, said as she delivered our drinks. She flashed me a warm smile. “Your food will be out in a minute.”“Thanks, Pen,” I drawled.“Any time, E.” Her cheeks flushed as she hurried away.“Friend of yours?” Aaron craned his neck to get a better look at her retreating form. “She’s cute.”“Sure, if you like that kind of thing.”He snorted. “And you’re telling me, you don’t?”“Pen is… cool.”“Cool, yeah. The way she was looking at you, bro, so cool.” He smirked, glancing back over to where Penny was wiping down the counter. She glanced over and flashed us a bright smile.“I don’t recognize her from school.”“She’s at college, asshole.”“Nice. Where does she go?”“Rixon Community College.”“You should ask her out.”“What?” I
And I hated it.But I had two choices. I could choose to succumb to the gnawing devastation and grief I felt every time I let myself go there, or I could face this thing head on.As Mom and Dad walked me out of the hospital, giving me time to go at my own pace, I was somewhere in the middle. I didn’t want to let my new reality overshadow my future. But I also wasn’t ready to embrace the possibility that my memories—the last ten months of my life—were lost.“Ashleigh?” Mom touched my arm and I blinked up at her. “The car…” She motioned to where Dad’s SUV pulled up in front of us.At least some things were the same.A small smile played on my lips as I climbed into the back seat.“It’ll be good to get you home,” Mom said, glancing back at me as she buckled up. “The doctor said being in familiar surroundings might help.”“Hailee,” Dad said, quietly.“It’s okay, Dad. You guys don’t need to do that.” Whisper and confer as if they were plotting behind my back. I understood my diagnosis, the
“Come in.” I smiled, hoping they couldn’t see the strain there.“We brought supplies.” Peyton smiled, holding up a grocery bag.“You didn’t have to.”“We wanted to.” She dropped down in my desk chair. “How are you feeling?”“Okay.”“It must be nice to be home,” Lily said.“It’s… nice, yeah.” I ran my hands over my bedcover.“Sorry, I didn’t—”“No, it’s fine. I just… I saw the photos from prom in the hall and it was like looking at someone else.”“It didn’t help?” Peyton asked.Worrying my bottom lip, I shook my head.Did they expect it would be that simple? That I’d look at a few photos and everything would come rushing back?The doctor said it would take time—if it happened at all.“It’s going to take time,” Lily said with a warm smile. She sat on the edge of my bed, her soulful blue eyes seeing too much.“How’s work?” I asked Peyton, changing the subject.“It’s work.” She shrugged. “I like it and the people are nice but…” She trailed off, not meeting my eyes.“But what?” I frowned.
And now… now I’d lost ten months of memories.And the distance between me and Ezra felt bigger than ever.Ashleigh“Are you sure about this?” Mom asked for the third time that morning.“It’s just the store, Mom.”“I know, sweetheart.” She gave me ‘the look.’ The one she cast my way every time I didn’t react the way she expected, as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for me to break down.But the truth was, I was going stir crazy.I’d been home three days and hadn’t seen outside the four walls of our house. Besides, it was a trip to the store with my mom.It seemed like a safe option.“Okay.” She breathed. “Okay.”“Mom.” I let out a weak chuckle. “It’s the store. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”“You’re just… you’re so calm about all of this.”Oh, I wasn’t. But I couldn’t let those feelings consume me. Because every time I gave them even an ounce of space, fear put me in a chokehold. And I didn’t have the luxury of sitting around, waiting to see if my memories returned. Not