Allison
A picture of a familiar blond male pops up on the screen. "34 year old Riker Lynch is now recovering from a deadly car crash involving 2 cars and a cargo truck. He is suffering form major blood loss, and 1 broken arm. He was rushed to Blooming Dale Hospital and we will receive more information later on."
I shut the TV off and tears flow down my face. I call JR to pickup the kids and bring them to my office.
They arrive about 15 minutes later since the school isn't that far. We rush to the hospital. When we get to Riker's hospital room. I grip the door knob and stop.
What if he's mad at me.
What if he doesn't want to see me.
What if.
What if.
Taking a deep breath I walk in. "Vanessa?!" I say.
"What are you doing here Allison?" She asks.
"I'm his wife. I have to here. You?"
"Well I'm his girlfriend." WHAT THE HELL?!?
"Excuse Me?!"
"After you left him. I took him in. I cared for him. I loved him. After all he does not remember you or your kids."
"What do you mean."
"About a year and a half ago, he lost all his memory."
"So you never told him about me?!"
"Nope"
"A-alli" I hear a faint voice say
