“Really? Okay then. Mom, let me help you downstairs for dinner.”
After dinner, Scott went right back to his usual gentlemanly self. They each stayed on their own side of the bed that night. He didn’t cross any lines, not even close.
***
Mamie’s nightmares were coming more and more often. These days, when she woke up gasping, she calmed herself so quickly that Scott didn’t even stir beside her. Still, she couldn’t stop obsessing over what really happened to her parents. Was it a car accident, or some illness? She needed to know the truth. It mattered more than she could say.
She’d already tried hiring private investigators, but that had been a dead end. So the next day at work, for the first time, Mamie found herself outside Dorothea’s office, knocking for a personal reason.
Dorothea looked up, surprised. “Mamie? Is this about something personal?”
Mamie nodded. “Yeah. I need a favor, but you have to promise me you won’t tell Latham or Scott. Please?”
Dorothea hesitated for a moment. She knew Mamie well enough to realize she wouldn’t ask if she had any other choice. “Alright, I promise.”
Mamie let out a breath and managed a grateful smile. “Dorothea, I actually lost my memory. The people I call Mom and Dad now, they’re really my uncle and aunt. I need to know what happened to my real parents before they took me overseas. All they ever told me is that my dad died in a car accident. Can you help me find out what really happened? The private investigators I tried couldn’t get anywhere.”
Dorothea’s eyes widened in shock. She never would have guessed Mamie had amnesia. Then, understanding dawned. Of course Mamie didn’t want Scott to know.
“I’ll do what I can. The contacts I have are through Latham, so I can’t promise he won’t find out, but I’ll try my best to keep it quiet.”
“Thank you.” Mamie looked so relieved.

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