She Remembered What Everyone Else Forgot

That was the last I heard from her.

Until twelve years later.

I’d just come out of surgery, groggy and cold in a hospital bed. The nurse walked in — hair pulled into a bun, name tag swinging from her scrubs. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her.

Then she smiled and said, “You’re going to be okay. I promise. You helped me once, and I’ve never forgotten.”

I froze. “Amy?”

Her eyes sparkled. “Yeah. It’s me.”

I couldn’t breathe. She pulled up a chair and sat beside me like no time had passed.

“We moved in the middle of the night,” she said. “My mom got a job in another state. No time to say goodbye.”

“I waited,” I whispered. “I kept asking about you.”

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