and the place I existed mere moments earlier.
“Of course you’d wake up the one time I stepped out.” She forces a smile, but she looks at me the way a person looks at a ghost—uncertain if what they’re seeing is real.
“How long have I been here?”
Her brows meet as she shrugs out of her jacket and drops her bag on the floor. “Thirty-three days. Thirty-three terrifying days …”
“What the fuck happened?”
She retrieves a guest chair and pulls it next to me, only in true Claire fashion, she opts to perch on the side of the bed instead.
“You were on one of your weird little weekend rental car drives where you go God knows where … and we think you were maybe driving back to the Enterprise in Newark on a Sunday night.” She gathers a long, slow breath. “Someone crossed the median on the 495 and hit you head-on—a drunk driver.”
“Jesus.”
“They didn’t live … in case you’re wondering.” Her voice is pillow soft. “Luke is working on getting a settlement from their insurance company for you, but these things take time.”
We wallow in silence, and I let the gravity of the situation take hold. The settlement is the least of my worries at this point.
“It’s a miracle you survived after all of your injuries.” Her lower lip trembles, and she picks at a hangnail. “You lost a lot of blood … your brain was so swollen... they had to put you into a coma … I called Mom and Dad … but I haven’t heard back …”
I place my hand over hers, pain shooting up my shoulder.
Her dark eyes are marred with sadness and relief, but she forces a tight half-smile.
“Have you talked to my wife yet?” I ask.
Claire’s smile fades, and her expression morphs into the same one plastered on the faces of the nurses earlier.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I sniff. “Is she okay? What … was she with me in the car when that happened?”
My stomach sinks as her eyes search mine.
My God.
That’s it.
She was with me and she didn’t survive …
“Cainan, you don’t have a wife.” Her words are careful and deliberate, and her head tilts and her gaze narrows as she surveys me.
“Of course I do.” My hands ball into fists, though the grip is weak, pathetic.
“You’re confused.” She lifts her hand to my forehead, brushing away a strand of hair like a mother comforting her child.
I push her away.
She rises and takes a step back. “You had a head injury …”
“I saw her, Claire. I was just with her.” My jaw is locked, and I speak through clenched teeth. The more I recall being with her, the more it begins to slip away like an elusive dream that fades with each waking minute.
“You saw her where?”
“At our summer home in Calypso Harbor.”
My sister stifles a laugh. “Cain, it’s March. Your accident was in February. And you don’t have a summer home in Calypso Harbor—you make fun of people with summer homes. Like all those assholes at your firm. You always say you’re never going to be like them. Plus, where even is Calypso Harbor? I’ve never heard of it … have you? Whatever you’re remembering … was probably a dream.”
No.
It was too tangible, too sensory-rich to be a dream. As real as this moment, here, in the hospital, as real as the fire-poker pain searing down my back and the salty droplets leaving mascara-colored tracks down my sister’s red cheeks.
“What about my kids? The boy and the girl?” I’ll be damned—I can’t remember their names either.
“You don’t have a wife and you definitely don’t have kids, at least none that I know about …” She perches on the side of my bed once more. “You once told me … and I quote … I’d rather stick my manhood in a vise grip than lock myself down with a wife and kids. Granted, you were drunk when you said that, but you said it. And hell, Cain, you’re a freaking divorce attorney. You make money on the fact that more often than not, marriages are a joke. Mine excluded, of course.”
She winks despite her serious tone.
“Mr. James?” Nurse Miranda clears her throat in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need to take you down to imaging. Claire, you can wait here. It shouldn’t be too long.”
“Yeah. Let’s check out that head of his.” Claire squeezes my hand before I’m wheeled away. “Apparently my brother ran off and got married while he was out