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“This is quite perplexing,” he said, glancing at her then back at the computer screen where he pointed at the middle of the scan. “There are no signs of brain damage or any unusual growth. There is a slight elevation of the brain-stem activity in your sleep promoting area. That is where REM sleep originates.”
She leaned closer when Dr. Mason pointed to gray and black picture on the computer screen. “Are you saying I’m dreaming all of this?”
The doctor slid his hands into the pockets of his white coat. “No, you’re awake and aware. I’m not certain why your brain is firing these neurons. Perhaps more observation is needed.”
On the verge of disclosing her theory, she clamped her teeth and forced her thoughts to Tom. His wife would return someday soon, and she’d find herself once again in her empty house with not a soul for a friend. “So, what do I do now?”
“You’re feeling fine, so I’ll discharge you. I hope Tom is satisfied with my decision.” Dr. Mason arched one eyebrow at Tom.
Tom’s long, loud sigh confirmed her suspicion: Dr. Mason’s diagnosis, or lack of it, was not satisfactory. “At least promise me you’ll re-examine her scans and make certain you didn’t overlook something."
“I promise. And if her condition doesn’t improve or worsens with time, I’ll conduct another scan.” Dr. Mason extended his hand to Tom.
Tom shook the doctor’s hand. “Thanks, Gregory. I appreciate this.”
“Don’t mention it.” Dr. Mason extended his hand to Olivia. “Don’t beat yourself over this. Take it easy. Even the smallest thing can trigger your memory to return and I hope it does.”
If he only knew that her memory never left her. She took his hand and shook it. “I do hope so too, Dr. Mason. Thank you for all your help.”
Olivia met Tom in the hallway. Frigid air wrapped around her as soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She welcomed the coldness, hoping it would help clear her head.
“I’m parked just over there.” Tom pointed to a row of cars in the emergency parking lot.
The sight of her Nissan Quest brought her a sense of home. “Where’s your car?”
“I cabbed to Dr. Law’s office and drove your van.” He took her hand. “You must be hungry. Have you eaten at all today?”
She pressed her hand on her growling stomach. “Now that you mention it, I’m starving.”
“I’ve a nice stew simmering in the slow cooker.” He opened the door for her then shut it after she took her seat.
When he slid behind the wheel, his nu-buck coat creaked. “Let’s go home. The babysitter has an early class tomorrow.”
Wow! He’d thought of everything. In all this craziness, she’d forgotten about the kids. She studied his aquiline profile in the fading light of the short wintry day. She was getting used to him looking after her. When his real wife returned and she got pulled back to her ordinary world, it would be so hard to go on day after day without him.
Perhaps it would be better if she never disclosed her theory to him, or helped him solve the attempted murder case. She could stay in his world forever.
No, it wouldn’t be fair. This sweet man deserved to have his wife back and his children needed their mother. That was something she could never be.
With a hard swallow, she clamped down a sudden desire to play his wife. “Tom, I think I know the source of this confusion.”
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A wonderful excerpt.
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