Fatal Identity

“Is it bad?”

“It’s not good news, but it could be worse. She really wants to see you, Sam.”

“I know. Ang is going to set it up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s time.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that.”

“Do you want to go home? I can take over from here.”

“I figured you’d want to be with Nick at the hospital. I had Mike bring me a bag so I could stay with Scotty.”

“I’m not sure where I belong right now. I’ve never felt so divided.”

“Welcome to motherhood,” Tracy said, smiling. “Scotty is fine with me, and you want to be with Nick, so go. We’ve got it covered here.”

“You must’ve had plans for this weekend.”

“Nothing that couldn’t be shifted around.”

“Thank you. You and Angela are the best. Always there when I need you.”

“Right back at you. I’ll never be able to pay you back for everything you did for Brooke last year.”

“I was just doing my job.”

“You did way more than your job, and we both know it.”

“All that matters is that she’s doing great and finishing up her senior year and going to college.”

“UVA of all places,” Tracy said. “I’m so proud of her.”

“We all are. I’m going to grab a quick shower and change before I head back to the hospital. But first, let’s get my big boy up to bed.”

They woke Scotty, who brightened at the sight of Sam. “How’s Dad?”

“He’s cranky about being in the hospital.”

“That’s good. That means he’s fine.”

“I’m going to tuck you in and head back to be with him. Tracy will spend the night, okay?”

“Sure, you should be with him.”

“I should be with both of you.”

“Until we clone you, that’s not possible.”

“Dear God,” Tracy said, shuddering dramatically, “do not clone her. One of her is more than enough.”

“No kidding,” Scotty said.

“Hey, I’m in the room,” Sam said, while hiding her pleasure at her son’s teasing. She much preferred that to the tears of the night before.

He was still weak and droopy, so they helped him into pajamas and got him tucked into bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning, buddy.”

“Will Dad get to come home tomorrow?”

“I fear for Harry’s safety if he doesn’t spring him.”

“I hope he gets to come home.”

Sam leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Me too. Get some sleep and don’t worry about anything. He’s fine.”

His eyes closed. “It’s hard.”

“What is?”

“When you care more about someone else than you do about yourself. It’s hard when something happens to them.”

Sam had to swallow the huge lump in her throat before she could reply. “Yes, it is.” She kissed him again and left him to sleep. After a quick shower and a change into yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she was on her way back to GW to spend the night with Nick.

She sent Angela home to Spencer, who had gotten both kids into bed and raised the white flag on the day. He’d sent a hilarious selfie with a six-pack of beer sitting next to him on the sofa.

“He’s getting so lucky tonight,” Angela said after sharing his comical texts with Sam.

“He got lucky the day you said yes to him.”

“Remember that night when I went to meet him? The night you met Nick for the first time?”

“I remember that night like it was yesterday.”

“Funny how that was such an important night for both of us. I think all the time about how Spence might’ve gotten away while I was busy mourning my relationship with Johnny the douche bag. And you having to put up with all that crap with Peter to get to what you have now with Nick...”

“I don’t like to even think about him.”

“He’s been quiet lately.”

“Ever since his ‘suicide’ attempt you mean?” Sam made air quotes around the word suicide.

“He must’ve been so disappointed when you didn’t come running.”

“Whatever. Those days are long over.”