I love you, you know that. You know that I'd never do anything to hurt you. Or, at least, you used to believe that. Do you understand that was Jolinar and not me? Will I, Samantha, ever fully regain your trust?
Daniel arrives, asks me how I'm doing. I can't answer; can't face anyone right now. He leaves me. Come back. Please don't desert me now. Not after I've just lost so much in such a short amount of time.
Then, footsteps. Slow, soft, cautious footsteps. I feel the mattress dip a little as her small frame makes contact with it. Her hand gently touches my shoulder and turns me over to face her. Never for a second did I doubt it was Cassie. I love you Cassie, you know that. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you. And now I know you understand because as 'Samantha' I never lost your trust.
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Disclaimer: Sam. Daniel. Cassie. Not mine. Not mine. NOt mine.