Chloe returned to the hospital to see Sarah, taking a few photos from Caroline. "Wait, she asked me to bring her out photo albums," she'd realized before leaving.
Chloe: "Sarah, how are you feeling?" False sympathy dripped from her voice.
Sarah: "I'm tired..."
Chloe said, "Look, this is our father, William Walker. I brought you photos so you can see; maybe it'll spark your memory." I hope you never regain your memory; that way I'll be able to manipulate you easier, Chloe thought.
Sarah took the photograph. There he was, a good-looking man with a hat on and a radiant smile. Behind him was a car repair shop. He looked happy and was in his early thirties.
Sarah: "What was he like?"
Chloe: "Well, he was busy, always working, until he got sick." Then he became a burden, she thought. Chloe recalled the time she locked nine-year-old Sarah in the classroom, leading to a five-day coma—a secret William never discovered.
Sarah sensed Chloe didn't care much about their father and wondered why.
Sarah: "What was his job?"
Chloe: "He was a mechanic, but he had other jobs too, probably something embarrassing and lame. He spoke about righteousness and honesty, but what was the point of that when he was sweeping the streets and making my mother look bad in front of her friends by being a loser."
Sarah was shocked at the disrespect. How could she say that about their father? No job is embarrassing. Sarah now realized that Caroline and Chloe didn't care about the man who worked several difficult jobs to put food on the table. She observed Chloe and saw no hint of regret or gratitude, only contempt. Even though I don't remember him, I admire the person he was and I'm grateful for everything he's done for our family.
Sarah: "How did he die?"
Chloe: "He had lung cancer, and that was the end of it." She answered while playing games on her phone.
Sarah: "What was my relationship with him like?" she asked while tracing his face with her fingers.
Chloe rolled her eyes internally. You bitch, he loved you more than anything. She then smiled and thought, Look William, you dead man, your beloved daughter doesn't even remember you and she might never remember.
Chloe then remembered the papers. "Could you sign this when you're done?"
Sarah asked, "What is it?"
Chloe said, "Just some papers Mom asked me to deliver so you can sign them."
Sarah took the papers, and Chloe readily offered a pen. Sarah winced as she shifted her body, trying to find an angle to rest the bulky papers on her cast. Chloe, impatient, leaned over. "Oh, just sign it already. I'm your sister; you should trust me and sign it. I've already checked everything."
Sarah: "I have to read it first."
Nurse Brenda came in and interrupted their conversation.
Nurse Brenda: "How are you feeling, Sarah? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Sarah subtly gestured toward Chloe, and Brenda understood.
Nurse Brenda: "Excuse me, Miss, but Sarah needs rest now. We need to put her on the IV drip; would you be kind enough to leave." Chloe headed outside but took the papers with her. "I'll come tomorrow morning; you rest now."
Sarah: "Thank you, Brenda."
Nurse Brenda: "You're welcome. Here are your medications; let me pour you a glass of water."
Sarah took the medications and drank a sip of water, saying thank thank you. Brenda smiled and turned to leave but then stopped, lowering her voice slightly. "Sarah... you should be wary, even of those closest to you. Sometimes people see an opportunity in confusion." She gave a polite smile and left.
Sarah nodded and smiled back. She was grateful to Brenda for her kindness. Everyone can see that Chloe is not a good person... It's not just my gut feeling. Even though I have amnesia, she thought, I'm not a fool to be easily tricked... But what did she want me to sign?