that, we can eat after.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ben said, but looked at Tess, his eyes seeking approval.
She slid off the barstool and avoided eye contact with any of them. “Okay. Just send someone to wake me up when you’re ready.”
She walked out the front door with a wave over her shoulder to the chorus of “goodnight” from the other three.
Once inside her own house, Tess plopped her purse on the entryway table and went straight to her room. As if she had no control over where her feet took her, she ended up in the closet, kneeling in front of a large box she hadn’t touched in five months.
Slowly lifting the lid, she pulled out photos of her with Ben while they were dating, their engagement pictures, and various items from their life together. A stuffed red bear he’d won for her when they went to the Del Mar County Fair. It held a pink heart that said “LOVE.” A charm bracelet with little surfboards dangling. She unrolled a navy-blue T-shirt until the tiny red box could be seen. The diamond inside, a reminder of all she’d hoped for, all that was lost. Without opening it, she placed it back in the large box.
She stood and stripped out of the pink scrubs she’d been wearing for what felt like three days and tossed them in the hamper at the corner of her closet. Pulling the T-shirt over her head, she took a deep breath. The scent of ocean air and musk unique to Ben now long gone, but alive in her memory. She’d slept in that shirt for a month after he left, not ready to let go.
Crawling under her covers, she gripped her pillow and let the tears fall that she’d been holding in all morning.
Chapter 4
The gravel crunched beneath his feet as Ben walked along the stretch of road for what had to be the millionth time. The officer who had interviewed him at the hospital didn’t mind giving Ben the exact location of his accident. It wasn’t a main road of any kind but in a more wooded area not far from the hospital where Tess worked. Why would he have been here and where was he going?
He stopped and looked down into the ditch where the car had veered, taking in the sight of glass shards. Various small car parts sprinkled the grass. The tree he’d hit was no worse for wear, just some bark torn off. From what the officer said, the car took the brunt of it, the air bag saving Ben from further injury.
Mike leaned against his truck, his feet crossed at the ankles, arms across his chest.
“I’m sorry,” Ben said as he walked back to the truck. “I just keep hoping something will stand out to me.”
“No worries. You see anything that’s sparking a memory? Maybe what caused the accident?”
Ben shook his head and looked at the black tire tracks on the street. They swerved right and then left, straight into the ditch.
“The officer said I didn’t have a cell phone on me, so I couldn’t have been distracted by that. Maybe an animal in the road? I don’t know.”
He rubbed his now much shorter beard, thanks to Mike loaning him a beard trimmer. He looked back towards the ditch. As he squinted in the sunlight, a vision of a car headed straight at him came and went. He blinked, and it was gone. Was it real or from a movie he’d seen? Real or not, it caused a twist in his gut he didn’t like.
Mike didn’t say anything. Ben couldn’t help but think of what a calming effect Mike’s presence had on him. Even in the short time they’d spent together, Ben sensed nothing could rattle the guy.
“Let’s go. I don’t want to waste any more of your time than I already have.” Ben walked around to the passenger side as Mike climbed into the driver’s seat.
“It’s totally fine. It’s the weekend, which usually means time to relax, although with the wedding and all…we pretty much work on that.” Mike smiled as he put the truck in gear and pulled onto the road. His hand tapped against the steering wheel to a country song playing on the radio.
“When’s the