“She was gone, she meant everything to me.”
“I know, I know, sweetie.”
“Paramedics arrived, took her and him away, cops talked to me. The gun was his; he died on the way to the hospital. He confessed. He admitted to it. That’s what they told me.”
Holly held Sam, unsure what to do just like he was with his mother.
She let him cry, mourning the love of his life again, after his memories returned completely. Holly caught a glimpse of an object behind Sam. It was the chair.
Holly stared at it, recalling Sam’s words and behavior in Miami, “They gave each other everything. It makes sense now. They were going to move into Sharon’s bedroom– as lovers.”
“What color was she going to paint the bedroom?” Holly asked.
“A light yellow color,” Sam sniffed.
Holly looked to the chair one last time, then up at her nephew. “Sam, I’m not your mother. I will never be her, or be able to replace her.”
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