I See You

CHAPTER 20 - Resurrection and Forgiveness

"I'm sorry. That's all I can remember," Emma said, with a disappointed twist of her lips.

"I get it. It was dark, late, and oh yeah, you died," Cam stated flatly. "Regaining memory after something like that is a long shot. Saying it was big tells me it was a truck or SUV, blinding light means the headlights were high, and the RAV wasn't exactly short, so this was larger. Whoever hit you left evidence. We've sent the blue paint scraped from your bumper to a lab in Seattle. Providing it didn't have an aftermarket paint job, that should give us the make and model."

"Thanks, Cam. You and Jess coming over Thursday night?"

"You know it. I'm on duty now, or I would stay and help you get settled. But it seems you're all taken care of," she grinned as a cup of tea came floating through the living room. "I'll see you tomorrow. Wyatt, make sure she rests, eats, and text if you need anything."

"Will do," he said, not having anything to type a response.

"He will," Emma repeated for Cam with a soft smile to Wyatt as she accepted the mug.

Cam gave her a wink and headed out. Jessie had dropped her off and left immediately, needing to get to the bar, but Emma knew they would both come running if she called. Though it wouldn't be necessary. Nothing seemed as daunting anymore, now that Wyatt was back.

"All your things are down in the darkroom. Your drawer is still empty if you want it," Emma told him, suddenly uncertain about how to navigate this.

"I want it. I want everything with you for as long as you'll have me."

"Let's see if you're still saying that when I'm eighty, wrinkled, and senile."

"I can't wait," he laughed. "What do you need from me now?"

"Hmm, food, laundry, fresh bed sheets, maybe a fire before it gets too warm to have them anymore," she teased, but Wyatt didn't even bat an eye.

Turned out the man could make more than deep fried turkey and eggs. Soups happened to be his specialty, and that evening it was a hearty potato blend, since most of the groceries had gone off by that point. Wyatt cleaned out the fridge, did all the laundry, exercised River in the backyard, and kept his little bird bundled up by the fire with her e-reader.

"This is Emma," she answered when a strange number showed up on her cell.

"Emma, this is Mike. I hope you don't mind. I was over at Dockside, and Jessie gave me your number. I just wanted to check in and make sure you were alright. Do you need anything? Groceries? Medicine? Anything?"

"That's very kind of you. I'm doing good at the moment."

"I, um, wow this is weird. I need to ask something. I may have overheard that um, well is he..."

"Is Wyatt back?" she asked softly, putting him out of his misery.

"Yeah. Jessie kinda slipped about texting with him. This is nuts, but well, is it true?"

Emma laughed. "All true. I'm eating his potato cheese soup as we speak."

"The one with the bacon and chives?"

"Yup. I told him it was like a loaded bake potato after a spin in the blender."

"That about sums it up," Mike chuckled. "Tell him he still owes me that recipe... oh, no don't do that. Does he still believe that I..."

"No, no that's been cleared up," Emma interrupted quickly. "Even Cam admitted she was wrong about you."

"Wow," he breathed. "Nearly six years, I didn't realize how badly I needed someone to believe in me. To know I was innocent. Thank you, Emma."