Page 74 of Revival

"What are you scared of?" Andrea asks.

"Losing you." I slide my hand over hers and squeeze. It takes everything in me not to pull Andrea into my arms and crush my lips against hers, but I’ve hurt her. I can’t push her before she’s ready to let me back in.

"It was you."

"What was me?" I ask.

"The one-night-stand. When I woke up and found you gone, I thought a one-nighter was all you wanted. After time number two, three, or four, I never thought to change it. Honestly, I don’t really think about the list when I’m with you.” She offers me a watery smile. “But to accuse me of picking up a guy on the side of the road or, even worse, sleeping withCarlos, was a horrible accusation to make."

"Will you ever forgive me?"

"I will if you can spring me from this place,” she pleads. “I hate hospitals."

"I would like nothing more than to get you home and show you how sorry I truly am. Nothing is standing in the way of us anymore. I promise."

"Things are okay with Bailey?"

"We'll talk about Bailey later. Right now, I only care about you." We share a small kiss.

Andrea is frightened.

I won't let this dark cloud hurt us. I need to revive what we have.

I slip out to find her doctor as Andrea's kids arrive to check on her. The nurse directs me to his office. "Hi, Doctor. I'm Daniel Abrams, Andrea Raffield's boyfriend. I wanted to see if we could take her home yet."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Abrams. The children told me you were here. Have a seat. Any idea how Ms. Raffield ended up with Antabuse in her system? It’s odd for someone to randomly have it in their system."

"What would happen if someone was given too much of this drug?" I ask.

"Depending on the dosage, seizures, memory loss, or even blackouts can affect the patient for up to two weeks."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"She will. I suggest nothing with alcohol for at least another week. I'll sign off on all the paperwork, and you should be out of here within the hour."

"Thanks again for helping, Colby,” Andrea says into the phone. “And, next time, I will pay attention to the demos you give."

"What was that about?" I ask, joining Andrea on the patio of my condo. It's been a week since I’ve been home from the hospital.

"When I met with the federal agents, they asked if my R.V. had any security cameras, and I had no idea. I don't remember much about the specs the salesman told me about that thing. Come to find out, there are cameras. I just have to download the app. So, if Carlos was in my R.V., I should have footage of it."

By the time Andrea finishes explaining it to me, she already has the download completed and is eagerly scrolling through the footage. “Here it is!” She exclaims. “Got him.”

The video is a clear picture of Juan Carlos Villanueva carrying a lifeless Andrea into her R.V.

My blood boils. My hands clench into fists on my thighs.

Andrea brushes her fingertips over my knuckles.

There is no movement on the video feed for the next thirty minutes. When Juan Carlos reappears, he is clearly holding Andrea's laptop under his arm.

The door rings, and Andrea pops up like she knows exactly who it is.

"Are you expecting someone?" I ask.

She just smiles.

“Hi,” Andrea says. “I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”