Page 120 of Never Forget
"I went to Megan's this morning."
He winced. "What did she say?"
"That I should hear you out. And that if it turned out Amber was telling the truth, she had a baseball bat and she knew how to use it. She told me I didn't have to do the dirty work."
Sam chuckled. His chest moved under my cheek.
"Fair."
"I told her it wouldn't come to that."
"I appreciate that."
A beat.
"I got the key back from Amber," he said.
I lifted my head. "You did?"
He reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small set of keys and dropped them into my palm.
I looked at them. They were warm from the table.
"Sam."
"I know."
"When?"
"The day you asked me to leave. I drove straight there."
I closed my hand around the keys.
"I also tried to file a restraining order."
I stared at him.
"You did not."
"I did. They said no. Apparently an unauthorized college application doesn't meet the threshold."
A laugh came out of me. It was wet and incredulous—the first real one in four days.
"Youwent to the police."
"I had to try."
I shook my head against his chest. "You are unbelievable."
I pressed my face into his neck. His arm came up around my back and held me there.
"I talked to her father, too."
"What did he say?"
"Amber lied to him about it, too. Told him I'd come around. He believed her. He apologized."
I lifted my head enough to look at him.
