Page 113 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
I let myself believe I couldn’t be more if I didn’t regain all my lost memories. The doctor’s explanation that my mind is like a broken bowl that’s been put together with some missing pieces has been playing in the back of my head, stoking self-doubt and worry.
But everyone has problems, visible or not. Those who are happiest are the ones who don’t let their problems define them. I’ve been letting my memory loss define who I am. And, in the process, hurting myself and the person who loves me the most.
Sam’s vile words come rushing back. But this time, instead of reacting with gut emotion, I make myself pull back just a little bit. He’s always given me just enough breadcrumbs of information to manipulate me. He lied to me about my high school. Always highlighted how much he’s done for me. When nothing else worked, he tried to put me on a one-way flight to Tokyo…then drown me outright.
And with the facts laid out plainly, a sudden grimness grips me. He’s pissed off that his investors pulled out, and he’s blaming Tony for it. I can’t think of any weakness Tony has that Sam could attack, so he’s striking at Tony through me. Maybe I was negligent back then when I was driving the car. Maybe I wasn’t. I’ll never know for certain. But I can’t live my entire life torturing myself over it because it won’t bring the girl back. If she was my friend, like Sam claimed, that’s not what she would’ve wanted for me. And I don’t want to give up on Tony and our love because of it.
TJ is right. I have to be strong and brave if I want to be worthy of that love.
I roll over and reach for my phone, ready to call Tony…then stop. Three thirty-six a.m.? How did the time pass so fast?
Impatience mounting, I punch the pillows a few times. Ugh. I couldn’t have thought faster, could I?
I can’t call him now. Maybe he’s finally tired enough to fall asleep. Tomorrow. I’m definitely going to make it right tomorrow.
Two hours later, I roll out of bed, too buzzed to get any sleep and anxiety still riding me hard. I want to apologize to Tony for being stupid and tell him I love him, now and forever. I shower, get dressed and come out to see Yuna sipping coffee.
“I’m going to see Tony right now!” I say.
She gives me a small smile. “For what?”
“To tell him yes.”
“Yes!” She pumps a fist, almost spilling her coffee.
I turn around and smooth my blue dress. “So how do I look?”
Yuna studies me critically, then finally nods. “You look fine, but you can’t do it right now.”
“What? Why not?”
“You can’t just go over there and say yes. There has to be a proper set-up for this sort of thing.”
“But—”
Yuna raises a finger. “Shut up and listen. The man has waited for days. He can wait a few more hours. Then you can accept his proposal in the most memorable way possible. You’re only going to do it once, right? So you should make it something neither of you will ever forget.”
“But—”
Yuna wags the finger. “No. You give me your key to the penthouse and go to work. And I’ll take care of the rest. Trust me.”
Trust her? “You’ve done this before?”
“No, but I imagined how mine should go. Come on. You know I’d never steer you wrong. And after you tell him yes, you’re going to text me afterward with a picture of the ring, because I’m going to throw you an engagement party.”
