Bri

Chapter 39: Fears

Before I arrived at work this morning, I left Mia a note, letting her know I would be working for a few hours today. I don't want her to worry. Over a month had come and gone, yet my girl's memories haven't resurfaced; nothing has. I'm starting to feel apprehensive that she might never regain the rest of her memories. In the beginning, it seemed as though almost every day she recalled something, but... that hasn't happened anymore. I really wish there were a way I could just give her my memories or something along those lines... Isn't there more I can do for her? I feel so goddamn helpless most of the time and can't seem to help the woman I love.

Last week, Mia had a doctor's appointment, and Dr. Summers informed us that all her scans looked good. Mia brought up how she hasn't recalled anything as of late, and he said that was normal; it could still take time. I don't even know how she feels because lately, she has been keeping to herself, and I'm getting scared. If I am thinking like this... I am sure it's affecting her the most... I know that her silence means something, and as soon as I get home today, I'll talk to her and ask how she is doing. I want her to know that I am here for her and she can trust me.

A knock on my office door pulled me from my worrisome thoughts. I quickly checked the wall clock, realizing it was now time to meet with Wesley Rosenburg. I was too distracted and hadn't prepared one bit for it. C'mon, Cambria. Get it together. Breathe, and just do what you know best. I took a deep breath and centered myself as best as I could. I told the person to enter, and as expected, Wesley entered, sitting at the chair across from my desk.

"Are you okay, Cambria?" Wesley asked.

I gave her a half-smile and nodded, dismissing her question by attempting to appear as if I was okay. Doing that did nothing but make Wesley roll her eyes at me, and she said, "Look... You and I have gotten to know each other pretty well after what, six months of meeting multiple times a week? I think you should take a page from your own book and talk about how you're feeling. It's like you've told me on many occasions... Keeping shit inside will only make things worse."

"Thank you for saying that to me... You really have worked on yourself and let your guard down with Lorelai and me. I'm proud and happy for you both." I started saying but trailed off, figuring out what I actually wanted to say next.

When I got my thoughts together, I said, "I find myself wondering if Mia will ever regain the rest of her memories. It has been over a month since she last had one, and I just miss her so damn much."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Wesley teased sarcastically, causing me to chuckle and shake my head in amusement.

"No, it wasn't. Thank you for that, truly."

"It's the least I can do with all that you have helped me with..." She halted, and with a more serious tone, she said, "There is something I needed to talk to you about."

"What is it?"

"The group home that I live in... Remember the one you have taken me to a couple of times?" She paused, and I nodded, which prompted her to continue, "I don't want to live there anymore, and because I'm an adult, I am no longer in the system... I don't have a job, money, or know anyone that can help me find another place to live except you. So... I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me with this?"

"Of course, I will help you. I'll ask around and see what the appropriate steps are and everything like that. I'm sure we can figure something out for you soon enough," I responded honestly, and Wesley gave me an appreciative smile.

About an hour later, Wesley left my office when our meeting was over. So, I took my phone out to see if Mia had read my message yet; she didn't, which made me feel very uneasy. I wasn't sure why, but I felt the intense urge to go home to her sooner than I planned and make sure she was okay. With that thought in mind, I exited the text chat with Mia and opened Agatha's, sending a quick text her way.