Kiss
By Ted Dekker and Erin Healy
3.5/5
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Is dying for the truth really better than living with a lie? Find out in this gripping psychological thriller from New York Times bestselling author Ted Dekker and Erin Healy.
Let me tell you all I know for sure. My name: Shauna.
I woke up in a hospital bed missing six months of my memory. In the room was my loving boyfriend—how could I have forgotten him?—my uncle and my abusive stepmother. Everyone blames me for the tragic car accident that left me near death and my dear brother brain damaged. But what they say can't be true—can it?
I believe the medicine is doing strange things to my memory. I'm unsure who I can trust and who I should run from. And I'm starting to remember things I've never known. Things not about me. I think I'm going crazy.
And even worse, I think they want to kill me.
But who? And for what? Is dying for the truth really better than living with a lie?
Praise for Kiss:
“Dekker and Healy prove a winning team in this intriguing, imaginative thriller.” —James Scott Bell, international bestselling author
“Kiss by Erin Healy and Ted Dekker is a superb thriller that hooked me from the first sentence. The original plot kept me guessing, and I may never look at a kiss the same way again. I’ll be watching for the next book!” —Colleen Coble, USA TODAY bestselling author
“A perfect 10 packed with romance, politics, scandals, and non-stop suspense.” —Laura Wilkinson, Olympic gold medalist and world champion diver
“Dekker and Healy form a powerful team in crafting redemptive suspense. Kiss is emotionally absorbing and mentally intriguing—don’t miss it.” —Lisa T. Bergren, bestselling and award-winning author
- Psychological thriller with supernatural elements
- Stand-alone novel
- Full-length book: 80,000 words
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I've read this author before. I found it interesting that the message of this novel was very similar to several of the points from Scott Hamilton's book "The Great Eight" which I read just prior to reading this:*everyone has things in their lives that they don't like or that cause them pain*putting that pain in perspective is the secret--finding out what it was supposed to teach you*remember who got you through the pain (God)Though, quite honestly, through the first half of the book or so, I felt like I'd read this story before. I can't remember which book or author it was that seems so similar. As a result, it took me a very long time before I started to care about the characters and what happened to them. This is partly why it only got a 3 (average) rating from me.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Kiss is the story of Shauna McAllister, who is the daughter of a very influential, presidential candidate. The book starts with Shauna in a hospital in a coma after a horrible car accident. As she starts to awaken from the coma, she realizes that she has lost about 6 months worth of memories. Throughout her recovery, she is constantly trying to figure out what is truth, what is a lie, and whom she can believe. Shauna also discovers she has very unusual powers of the mind, being able to take memories from those whom she connects with.
This is one of Ted Dekker's best books as a single. It captures your attention immediately and carries you along with the tension for the whole read. Some very interesting and unexpected twists are involved. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The victim of a drug-induced amnesia begins to display side effects of being able to 'steal' memories from others, simply by touching them. What will she learn? Is this a gift or a curse?
As much as I can remember, most (if not all) of Ted Dekker's protagonists are male, while this one is female, and a very well-fleshed out one, too -- perhaps because it's co-authored with Erin Healy. In that light, I'm looking forward to reading the subsequent (but not linked) co-authored novel titled, 'Burn'. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A good book but a bit mass market for a Ted Dekker book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Suspense! Written by an excellent team, Dekker and Healy, this is one book you won't want to put down. With foreshadowing and high suspense, it's great for so many readers: you don't have to love adventure to love this story. There's romance, danger, betrayal, action. Great read!!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A fascinating novel about a young woman, Shawna, who awakens in a hospital bed with her memory gone. Loved the suspense and enjoyed the character.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I had high hopes for this mystery/suspense novel, as it had a good start . Shauna, wakes up in a hospital under police watch for her drug use that lead to a reckless car crash, but she has no memory. Her family is mad at her and she has no friends, except for Wayne who she can't remember. It all seems hopeless. After that it degraded into a predictable, unbelievable story without much suspense. Instead, I would recommend books by Lisa Gardner for interesting mystery/suspense novels with the female perspective.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I was pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed this book as much as I did. The beginning was somewhat confusing and none of the characters, Shauna included, garnered much sympathy from me. But after the first few chapters I was hooked, and when Shauna does a turnabout from wimpy victim who makes bad choices, to a kick-butt woman (who still makes some bad choices), my interest in the plot took off. The second half of the book keeps the excitement going full-steam until the final pages.
Recommended for fans of suspense thrillers, and those who may want a "clean read" that delivers an intriguing mystery to boot. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great suspense/thriller/mystery story with enough twists to keep me guessing and reading. Definitely enjoyed this book.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is a provoking, interesting thriller. It isn't as creative as Dekker's fantasy novels, and I think it lacks the insight of those works as well. It is centered around self-discovery more than religion, which is fine with me but a bit deceitful as it is marketed as a Christian novel. I enjoyed Kiss, but it doesn't have the philosophical backing of Dekker's fantasy, which I find to be more thought-provoking and powerful than this novel. I have to say, though, the cover is gorgeous!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wow; can that single word suffice as a book review? Ted Dekker and Erin Healy’s co-written mystery/thriller Kiss kept me glued to its pages over the course of two days. If it hadn’t been for so much laundry and housework to do I’m sure I would have finished it in a single day.I’m not generally an avid fan of mysteries, but Kiss hooked me early on with the mystery of the heroine Shauna’s memory loss and the mystery surrounding the events leading up to and following the car crash that seems to have caused it. Not only must Shauna struggle to decipher the world around her with a memory gap of six months, she also needs to stay out of jail, stay alive, and learn to deal with a mysterious new ability to access the memories of others.The suspense of not-knowing the answers to Shauna’s dilemma and situation was maddening, expect this one to keep you up late at night as you read-on to discover what lies behind the incongruities in Shauna’s present – answers that can only be found in a past that is missing. Mixed with the high-octane suspense Dekker and Healy provide a dose of romance that sweetens the pot without hi-jacking the storyline.Kiss is most definitely delightful reading, and is perfect for losing yourself in a good story. Dekker and Healy subtly weave in some faith elements as well in an understated way, though there isn’t an emphasis on redemption. The themes the writing team explores instead tend towards the value of remembering God at work in the past, and the presence of God with us in challenging situations.This is a brisk-paced story that will have you running along behind it, trying to keep up.Reviewed at quiverfullfamily.com
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5"Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.”Shauna has woken up from a horrible accident and isn't able to remember anything from six months prior to the car wreck. Surrounded by people who she remembers and feels she should remember, she must try to figure out what went wrong on that fateful night. As the pieces begin to fit together she discovers she can't trust anyone and the closer she gets to the truth, the closer she comes to her own death. A fast-paced read that was surprisingly clean and over-all intriguing. I kept waiting for the 'bad guy' to jump out of the closet and even when he did it was still suspenseful.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shauna McAllister is trying to piece togethter her past, and is struggling with the answers she is led to, will she unveil the truth or is the truth even important if she is safer without it? Danger lurks around the corner and she is not sure who she can trust, if anyone. Will her relationships be restored? Will she regain her identity? How much will she lose in the process? This book is excellently written from the first chapter I was hooked. My husband and I both read it within just a couple of days. A really interesting storyline with twists and turns that keep you guessing to the very end.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Christian suspense book that doesn't succumb to the last-10-pages-we-tell-you-it's-just- 'spiritual warfare' -the-end syndrome?!? What?!? Well, then. In that case, I have to tell you that this book, although not wonderful, was fairly decent and entertaining. Some parts were predictable, some people you knew were going to turn out 'bad' but weren't quite sure how they fit into the big picture... but it was well-written, and managed to give me a few surprises in the end. It also didn't get super preachy at any point (that I noticed) which, as some of you may know from an earlier review, is one of my other pet peeves in Christian fiction (ie. a sermon halfway through the story).The characters weren't neatly tied up, and some supernatural elements weren't entirely explained, and you know what? It was a good thing. It worked, because people don't always come full circle in real life, and sometimes there are things we just can't explain. All said... I enjoyed this more than I expected, which is always nice.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5One thing about reading books by Dekker is that he never fails to keep you in the dark filling you with the need to keep reading without stopping to find out what is going on. This book is no different. Although not as fast-paced as his previous books, the plot and action is satisfying. Dekker makes the case that it is better to dir for the truth than live with a lie in a unique story. In the opening chapter there is an interesting conversation between Shauna and her therapist. Shauna feels the only way to get closure from the pain of her father's rejection of her is to hurt him back. Onky then will she be able to forget the past, forget the pain. The therapist ask her to consider the possibility that her plan to put the past behind her may 'root [her] more deeply in the pain of [her] past,' and ask how can it be that the hurt imposed on her could vanish: 'By creating more pain? That mathematics of that isn't logical.' That, for me, is the thesis of this unique fiction. Another thing Dekker never fails to do is, after you've finished reading, make you take time to think deeply about the moral implications of his story. This is another of Dekker's books that ought not to be missed. 71/7
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I have really been quite fond of Ted Dekker's work for quite a while now. I was very excited about reading Kiss. Imagine waking up from a coma with no idea about what happened to you. People you trust tell you the details of an accident you were in and some of the things are simply shocking. Some of the details make you question the you that you think you are. Imagine the pain of being told that you are the cause for your brother's devastating injury. What do you do? Do you try to remember what happened so you can literally relive the horrible memories or do you accept what you are told?I found it believable that Shauna would want to know the truth. From what you read about Shauna before the accident, it is obvious that she would have a tenacious personality that would compell her to where she simply would have to know no matter what the cost to her. There were times that I felt the bad guys and the good guys were a little obvious. I am not sure if this is because Dekker and Healy made them obvious or if they were obvious because I read so many thrillers that I kind of get a good idea of the bad verses the good.SEMI SPOILER:There were a few times where I was stunned that Shauna would confide more than once to a person who she could not fully trust. I felt like grabbing her and telling her to shut up!The supernatural elements were believeable to me. Dekker and Healy made it easy to let go of the doubts and enjoy the flow of the story. It was also nice seeing the character struggle with her new abilities. I did like the direction of the story and for the most part it was believeable.I only had a few problems with the book. I had a hard time getting into it in the beginning. I was pulled into it a lot more fully mid way through the book, but once I did get into it, I was ready to take the whole ride. I thought the relationship with Shauna and her dad was cleared up really oddly. This woman endured years of pain from a distant father and an abusive step mom. I believe forgiveness and restoration is possible in life, but I want to see it happen when it is such an important part of a story.All in all I think this was a great read. It was a Christian book, but it was more so in subtle messages than out and out preachiness. I liked the main characters and felt the minor characters were well done as well. This paranormal theme is definitely something I hope to see explored again.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Shauna wakes up in the hospital, after a car accident, to discover that she has lost the last six months of her memory. As she tries to remove the fog in her mind, she also removes (yes, removes) some information that may be a threat to her life. She begins to wonder if the accident was really an accident. I was right there with Shauna when she was trying to figure out who she could trust or not; however, once memories started to develop in her mind - the method in which those memories arrived was beyond my acceptance level. It turned a plausible scenario into an implausible one. I had no idea that there was this paranormal element to the book and I was not prepared for it. The method, in and of itself, was not a big deal - I just don't care for unexpected paranormal elements. The suspense/thriller portion of the book was still of some interest, but the memory method ruined it for me. (2.75/5)Originally posted on: "Thoughts of Joy..."
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53.0 out of 5 stars Disjointed, January 12, 2009By Sally "Sally" (Pembroke Pines, FL) - See all my reviewsAt the beginning, the book confused me with its disjointed storyline, but I persevered and discovered that after a car accident, the protagonist is having a paranormal experience whereby she goes into a trance-like state and steals memories from others with a kiss. Science fiction is not my favorite genre, but I suspended my disbelief so that I could enjoy this tale. However, it never rings true.Imagine: A daughter estranged from her father to the point that throughout her life, he barely speaks to her and on many occasions physically turns his back on her. She refers to him by his first name, yet she calls him "Daddy" at the book's conclusion with very little provocation. That is a hard one for me to swallow.However, the book is not without redemption. There is a good question that develops. Pain or perspective--which one would you choose? Would you choose to have your memory wiped out, thereby removing all painful memories, as well as any foundations for decision-making? Or are all memories worth keeping?The human trafficking issue is hinted at in several places, but is never developed; perhaps a sequel is in the works. The ending is rushed in the final chapter, reading like an epilogue. There were a few surprises; it's hard to figure out who's the good guy. I guess this is one for Dekker fans but it wasn't one for me.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shauna McAllister wakes up from a six week coma with six months of memory loss her doctors can't explain. During her coma Shauna was on a trial mix of medications based on her DNA profile which, as she later learns, have a mysterious side effect. Faced with the reality of the accident that led to her coma Shauna turns to Wayne Spade. He's one of the few people from her inner circle that haven't turned their back on her yet she remembers nothing of their relationship before her accident.As Shauna begins to investigate the accident, thinking it will help her memories return, the result is more questions instead of answers. It seems that her father's company isn't as legit as it looks to be and discovering the truth puts her in a killer's sights. Kiss has a great twist that gives this thriller a unique story line. Throughout the whole book you're guessing who's a good guy and who's a bad guy with surprising revelations. The story flowed nicely with the action and the writing was filled with so many clues that by page fifty I'd already come up with three different theories on what was going on. They were all wrong by the way. I highly recommend this book to suspense/thriller lovers and can't wait to read the next Dekker/Healy collaboration.
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Kiss - Ted Dekker
prologue
The view from my therapist’s window is unremarkable. Four stories down, the parking lot blacktop ripples under waves of Texas’s blazing summer heat. I stand here facing the view because it’s easier to look at than the two men in the office behind me. There is dear Dr. Ayers, the wisest old soul I have ever met. He might be eighty, judging by that wrinkled cocoa skin and his head of hair whiter than cotton, but he’s agile as a fifty-year-old. My beloved brother, Rudy, is also here. He has kept me tethered to my sanity in ways that should earn him sainthood.
Rudy comes to these sessions because he knows I need him to.
I come—have been coming for weeks now—because I am trying to put the past behind me.
But today I am here because tonight I will see my father for the first time in five months. My encounters with Landon are hard enough in the best of circumstances. They always end the same, with flaring tempers and harsh words and fresh wounds. But tonight, I must confront Landon. Not about my past, but about his future.
Yes, I call my father by his first name. The distance it creates between us helps to dull my pain.
So your dilemma,
Dr. Ayers says to my back, is that you fear the consequences of confronting him could be worse than the consequences of staying silent.
I nod at the pane of glass. Of course, I’d rather avoid everything. Even Rudy thinks I should wait until I know . . . more. But if I’m right, and I don’t speak up now . . .
Why am I here? I have made a mountain out of a molehill and am wasting everyone’s time. I should drop this. Landon probably won’t even listen to me. Not the way he listens to you, Rude.
He listens to you too,
Rudy says. Always looking for the positive spin.
The truth is, Landon does not listen to me. But Rudy, who is deputy campaign manager of Senator Landon McAllister’s bid for the United States presidency, is following in the man’s footsteps and so has his undivided attention. Also, Rudy doesn’t look a thing like our mother, as I do. Mama was a Guatemalan beauty with a café-au-lait complexion. I have had her personality and her looks since the day my head of thick black hair came in. Even today, I wear my hair short and windblown, the way she did. I have her leggy height, her long stride, her laugh.
Against all odds, our father’s recessive Irish genes won the genetic dispute over Rudy. As for me, I have always believed it is painful for my father to look at me.
And I don’t think she should gloss over this,
Rudy says to the therapist. I think Shauna should step very carefully. Avoid burning more bridges with Dad, if it can be helped. If she’s right, God help us all.
I finally turn to look at my brother. It’s not my goal to burn anything, Rudy, even though I’ll never have what you have with Landon.
This truth pains me more than the truth of what I’ve learned. And what I’ve learned, partial though it may be, is monstrous.
The tension headache that has started at the top of my spine spreads its fingers over the back of my head. The sickness I feel right now might come from what I suspect, or it might be rooted in my certainty that he will reject me again tonight.
Yes, I’m pretty sure that I am nauseated by the prospect of another rejection.
I’ll never forget the first time my father turned his back on me, though the second time was more painful, and though all the times since have clumped together in a unified throbbing heartache.
Rudy was the unwitting cause of Landon’s first abandonment. My brother came into the world when I was seven, and our mother died nineteen minutes after his birth. I remember not being able to breathe when I heard she was gone. I honestly thought that I might die those first few hours, my mother and I both dead in the same day all because of this baby boy.
My father said it was God’s fault, though he seemed to blame Mama’s passing on me. I guess I was the more tangible target.
After Mama’s doctor delivered the crushing news, my father turned away mumbling something about my uncle and carried Rudy out of the hospital without me. Uncle Trent found me two hours later, hiding behind a chair in the waiting room.
Truth not only hurts, it shames: at the time, I wished Rudy were dead. The day I stood at the head of Mama’s casket, I wondered what would happen to Rudy if I covered his squalling face tight with that silky blue blanket. Wishing that the balance of the universe might require Mama to come back.
It took just one night for me to understand that Rudy’s heart had been broken into more pieces than my own. The tears he cried for Mama came from some well that would not dry up. That night I fed him a bottle of warm milk and took him into my bed, promising to keep Mama’s memory alive in this little boy who’d never met her.
I’m twenty-eight now, and I have long since realized that the wounds of rejection do not heal with time. They reopen at the lightest touch, as deep as the first time they were inflicted. The pain is as real as flash floods in the wet season here in Austin, overwhelming and unstoppable.
The pain, even when I can successfully numb it, has kept me at a distance from people and God. Now and then I consider the irony of this: how it came to be that my mother’s God, who once seemed so real and comforting to me, managed to die when she did.
So many deaths in one night.
And here I am, expecting yet another tonight. The death of hope. For most of my life, hatred of my father and hope of gaining his affection have lived in stressful coexistence behind my ribs.
I’m crying and didn’t even notice I had started.
Dr. Ayers’s voice is gentle. Do you believe your father is culpable in this matter you are investigating?
The question behind the question stabs at the tender spot in me that longs for Landon’s love. Do you believe your father is guilty of anything more than hurting you? Do you care about truth or only about the past?
Somehow I care about both. Is that possible?
I believe he is capable. More than that . . .
I sniff. I don’t know yet. Very soon, though, I will. Very soon.
Dr. Ayers leans back in his leather chair and folds his wrinkled hands across his slender stomach.
Tell me: what do you want this confrontation to do for you?
Several possible answers rush me. I want to be wrong, in fact. I want Landon to tell me that none of what I suspect is true. I want my father to reassure me that I have nothing to worry about, that he is an upright man who would never do anything so foolish, so hurtful. Nothing like what he has done—
Rudy’s eyes bore into the side of my head, and the truth of what I really want punches me in the stomach. I step to my chair and sit.
I want to bring him down,
I say before I think it through. I want him to know what betrayal feels like. I want to get him back.
My tears turn into sobs. I can’t help it. I can’t stop.
Rudy places his hand on my knee. Not to urge me to stop bawling, but to remind me that he is by my side.
Hatred for my father did not become a part of my life until the second time he turned his back on me.
I was eleven. Patrice had been my stepmother for three days when she took over my upbringing, with Landon’s permission. He claimed Rudy, and she got me.
Her style of parenting, if it can be called that, involved locking me in closets and burning the scrapbooks my mother had made me and refusing to feed me for a day at a time. As I grew I quit trying to make sense of such behavior and simply became more defiant. She responded by graduating to more extreme measures. There was no hiding our animosity for each other.
I suspect I reminded her, too, of my mother.
When she turned brazen enough to beat and burn me, though, I broke down and told Landon. I showed him the triangular burns on the inside of my left arm, imprinted by Patrice’s steam iron for my failure to pull my clean clothes out of the dryer before they wrinkled.
Landon handed me a tube of ointment and turned away, saying, If you ever go to such lengths to lie about my wife again, I’ll bandage those myself. And you won’t like my touch.
My wife. He had always called Mama my love.
Dr. Ayers makes no attempt to calm me. He has said before that crying is the best balm. Eventually I fumble through my mind for the words to justify what I have said.
If Landon pays for what he’s done, I’ll get closure.
On what?
says Dr. Ayers.
On my past.
He takes a few moments to respond. Rudy produces a tissue out of thin air and I try to compose myself.
So you’re saying that closing yourself off from your past is what you need in order to move on with your life.
There is more than an attempt at clarity in Dr. Ayers’s tone—a challenge perhaps.
Yes.
I swipe at my nose with the tissue. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I want to put the past behind me.
By inflicting on your father what he has inflicted on you. By betraying him, you said.
No. By forcing him to remember me.
Ah! I see. So when he remembers you, then you will have accomplished your goal and can forget your past.
His words fill me with confusion. The way he says it, I have this all wrong. But in my mind, my goal is—was—clear. Isn’t that how it works? Deal with the past, get justice, make the pain go away?
Something like that,
I say.
Dr. Ayers nods as if he sees everything clearly now. He rises and comes around the desk, propping himself against the front of it and leaning toward me.
The doctor reaches out with an aging hand and touches my shoulder. Would you mind if I gave you an alternative theory to consider?
Honestly, I have no idea.
Dr. Ayers straightens. It is possible that your plan will only root you more deeply in the pain of your past, not separate you from it.
My confusion mounts. So how do you suggest I put my past behind me?
It is behind you, dear. And that’s where it will be forever. You can’t make it vanish—
But I want to. I believe I can.
By creating more pain? The mathematics of that isn’t logical.
I can’t just ignore it!
No, that’s true.
But you think I shouldn’t confront Landon.
"Oh, I’m not making any judgment about what you should do, Shauna. I’m only talking about your motivations. What do you really want?"
"To forget. I want to forget every single, stinging moment that was inflicted on me by people who were supposed to love me. I want someone to take these memories away from me."
Dr. Ayers wags a finger in my direction, smiling. I felt that way once.
I take a steadying breath.
You know I used be a reverend before I began helping people here?
He gestures to the modest office. Ministry of a different but no less valuable kind. Got thrown out of my pulpit by some folks who said they loved God but hated his black children. I spent a lot of years feeling the way you do now—that if I looked far and wide enough, I’d find a way to erase both the blight of my memory and the stink of people I held responsible for my pain.
He leans forward again, encroaching on my space. But I discovered something better. Shauna, your history is no less important to your survival than your ability to breathe. In the end, you can only determine whether to saturate your memories with pain or with perspective. Forgetting is not an option. I tell you the truth now: Pain was not God’s plan for this life. It is a reality, but it is not part of the plan.
I exhale. God and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms. Especially not about his plans for my life.
Pain or perspective, Shauna. That’s all that’s within your control.
I drop my head into my hands, feeling more certain than ever that absolutely nothing is in my control.
In spite of Dr. Ayers’s warning, I decided to talk to Landon tonight. Regardless of the outcome—closure for me or more pain for him—I hoped the truth would count for something.
Instead, when the moment came, I tripped all over my words. Landon’s larger-than-life and had the upper hand from the outset. Instead of staying on topic, I took offense at something he said. I can hardly remember now, something about a man’s world, and when I tried to set him straight, he cut me to the floor with a few harsh words.
So here I am once again, driving fast through the night on a rain-slicked road, away from yet another argument with Landon. And as he has so many times before, Rudy has come along to calm my explosive temper. He is smiling slightly at my ranting. Sometimes I think he finds me entertaining.
The hum of tires kissing asphalt through water soothes my anxious heart. I don’t know why I let him roll over me like that, Rude.
You handled yourself just fine. I thought you showed remarkable restraint.
But not enough.
Okay, not enough.
Truth does not make Rudy flinch. My car follows a downward slope onto a bridge, pointing me east into Austin.
Underneath it all, Dad worries about you, you know.
I look at Rudy. No, no I didn’t know. Just as Rudy doesn’t know about my scars from Patrice’s iron. I’ve told Dr. Ayers, but not Rudy. He and Patrice get along.
What does he worry about?
The relative unsafety of my little car? The condition of my heart?
My heart is even more mangled than the skin under my arms.
So why have I never stopped wishing? Wishing that Landon would only—
Watch out!
Rudy’s cry comes at the same moment that glaring lights from another vehicle blind me. It all happens so quickly that I don’t have time to think about swerving or stopping.
A horn is blaring, and voices are screaming, and then the terrible sound of metal smashing into metal.
Daddy . . .
This is the last plea for help that fills my mind before the world ends.
He shifted his cell phone to the opposite ear and stared at the hospital entrance through the windshield of his car. The parking lot lights were still on, though dawn had broken the horizon behind him.
She was in surgery six hours,
he said. Internal bleeding.
"Where is she now?"
Private room.
But still in a coma, correct?
Yes.
Ironic that Shauna McAllister had dodged death only to end up in a coma. I can get to her easy enough now. She’ll be dead within the hour.
No. Change of plans. Our hands are being forced. I’ll explain later, but for now she stays alive.
She’s too big a risk to just—
What’s her prognosis?
Too early to tell. She could be in a coma for a day or for a year.
Or forever. Even if she comes out, she could have brain damage.
Yes, that’s possible.
So she stays alive for now. She’s not a threat as long as she’s unconscious.
And when she comes around?
With any luck, she’ll forget everything.
I don’t do business with luck.
You will today. Like I said, our hands are being forced in this. Her condition buys us time. I’ll call Dr. Carver; he’ll have options for us. If we have to change course, we do it later.
What if she remembers?
If she remembers, she dies.
1
SIX WEEKS LATER
Nightmares of death by black water ticked off the hours of the deepest sleep Shauna McAllister had ever experienced. In an eternal loop, she choked and drowned and was somehow resuscitated, only to choke and drown again, and again, in an endless terror. Always the same fight, the same thrashing for air. Always the same intense agony for the same amount of time before the screen of her mind dimmed.
Then it would flicker back to life.
Merciless, exhausting.
Her stomach hurt with the penetration of a hundred slicing knives, cutting her enough to scrape and bleed and sting. The cold water was not a strong enough anesthetic.
She could not remember where she was or how she had come to be here.
Why wasn’t her father with her? And where had Rudy gone?
The water closed over her head again. She considered welcoming death and letting her fatigue have its way. She was so tired.
Something touched her. A stable hand, gentle and helpful, grabbed her wrist. In that Herculean grip was all the strength she could not muster. And so it was that at the very moment she resigned herself to drowning, she sensed as she rose through the black waters that maybe she would not die today.
Shauna broke the surface, gasping and flopping like a snagged fish tossed onto the deck of a—
No, she was on a bed, some narrow thing that rattled when she moved.
Her hands hit metal rails and she grabbed hold to avoid sliding back underwater, though some sixth sense told her there was no water. She started coughing and could not stop, as if the oxygen in this place would kill her just as quickly as liquid.
How did she get here?
Someone shoved a pillow under her shoulders. Someone was speaking. Several people were speaking at once, animated and urgent.
She opened her eyes and took her first full lungful of air.
A middle-aged woman in nurse’s scrubs stood next to the bed, bright eyes wide and gap-toothed mouth slack. She hit an intercom button in the panel over the bed, punching it so hard the plastic speaker rattled.
Shauna was half-aware of people spilling into the room.
Dr. Siders,
the woman said into the wall. She put a hand over her heart as if to prevent its escape. We need you here now. She’s awake!
Still disoriented, Shauna lay at the center of the small gathering in the room. Through her mental haze, she locked onto a tall doctor in a white lab coat as he moved to the head of her bed. The man was 80 percent limbs and 20 percent torso, long and wiry and strung taut.
Hello, Shauna. You can hear me?
She felt her chin dip a fraction of an inch.
He put his hand on her arm. I’m Dr. Gary Siders. And you—well let’s just say you’re one very lucky girl. Without a doubt, the most unusual case I’ve had in here for a while.
Where was here ? Where was Rudy?
She tried to remember. Random images collided in her mind in a wreck that could not be construed as an explanation: shopping at an open-air market in Guatemala, congratulating a colleague at the CPA firm where she worked, stir-frying veggies in a wok at her downtown loft.
These stray events seemed disconnected from this white bed, this white room, these people dressed in white. She couldn’t remember, and the void was the most disconcerting piece of this white puzzle.
She saw a flash of color. Blue. A blue class ring on a long, angular hand that was supporting a man’s chin. A handsome man. He stood under the TV, arms crossed, and his worry-lined forehead tripped some wire in Shauna’s brain that said friendly. His brown eyes held hers and he smiled almost imperceptibly, hopefully.
Her mind held no recognition. But he was a relief to her senses, a warm, sympathetic object in an unfamiliar, cold room. She smiled back.
On the other side of the bed, her eyes landed on Patrice McAllister.
Shauna shivered involuntarily. How was it possible, after all these years, that the woman could make her feel afraid? Patrice wore her trademark navy blue pantsuit and deadpan expression. She had all of Diane Keaton’s good looks, but her heart was a stone.
The scar tissue under Shauna’s arm seemed to burn, as always when Patrice stared at her. Shauna looked for her father. No sign of him. No surprise there.
Instead, she saw Uncle Trent standing behind Patrice. A close-cropped layer of white hair covered his sun-spotted head. Trent rested his hand on Patrice’s shoulder as if forcing her to stay put. The laugh lines around his eyes eased Shauna’s fear.
In these beats of recognition, Shauna felt her body with new awareness, as if her senses had been on vacation and just returned: the stiffness of her limbs, the pain in her stomach, the hardness of her mattress, the discomfort of her itchy sheets. She wanted to get out of bed. Her muscles would not respond.
Let’s sit you up.
The doctor reached the controls for the hospital bed, and she rose with a whir. Better?
Where is this?
her vocal cords rasped.
Hill Country Medical Center.
She’d been in this hospital many times, but never as a patient. Behind him on a counter, old flowers wilted in dirty water. Other empty vases lined up behind these.
How long?
This should only take about five minutes. We’ll schedule a complete neuropsychological evaluation when we know you’re up for it. That will take a day or two.
I mean, how long have I been here?
He hesitated. Six weeks.
Six weeks?
You’ve drifted in and out for several days, never fully awake.
I don’t remember any of that.
Not unusual.
What day is it?
He checked his wristwatch. October 14. Sunday. You came in September 1.
September.
She tried to remember August.
Nothing. July.
Nothing. Farther.
Nothing.
She’d been here six weeks? Her mind didn’t want to connect with the idea of it, much less any specific memory.
He flashed a blinding light across her eyes and she winced. The stranger under the TV stepped to the bed and placed a warm hand on her blanketed foot. The gesture gave her courage. Who was this man? Someone she trusted, apparently.
Follow my fingers,
Dr. Siders said. She focused on his sinewy hand, contemplating how so much time could have slipped by without her knowing it. Six weeks from—
From what?
She’d taken her trip to Guatemala. That was when, March?
He lifted the blanket and ran a fingernail along the sole of her other foot. Her reflexes snatched it out of his reach. You have no respect for the Rancho Levels—if you move through those any faster, I’ll have to discharge you this afternoon. The GCS score is useless. Apparently all you’re guilty of is a concussion. No TBI. The MRIs and CATs are clear, though they’re not the most reliable, considering you’re in a drug trial.
She had no idea what he was talking about.
Can you tell me who’s here in the room with us?
he asked her.
Shauna kept her eyes on the doctor. My father’s wife, Patrice McAllister. And Uncle Trent—Trent Wilde, a family friend. He’s not actually my uncle.
And what does Mr. Wilde do?
The answer came to her without her needing to search for it. This surprised her. He’s the CEO of my father’s company. McAllister MediVista.
Where is that company located?
Houston.
Do you know who he is?
Dr. Siders gestured toward the man whose warm hand still rested on her foot.
She studied him again. High hairline. Color-coordinated waves and eyes. Dark brown sugar. Older than she was, maybe midthirties. Professional. He might be an athlete—a distance runner or a cyclist. As for who he was, she came up empty.
She shook her head. Patrice sighed and tapped her fingers on her crossed arms.
You have no recollection of Wayne Spade?
the doctor asked. I understand you two are well acquainted.
How well?
Uncle Trent exchanged a glance with Wayne, who averted his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets.
Honey,
Trent said, you and Wayne have been close for several months.
Embarrassment settled over Shauna. You don’t mean—
It’s okay, Shauna.
Wayne’s tone was careful, and his smile covered up what Shauna sensed was disappointment. She heard what he didn’t say: they had been more, and he didn’t want the truth of it to hurt either one of them. Take your time.
How could she have forgotten someone so close to her? Distress filled her stomach.
I’m sorry,
she whispered.
Dr. Siders turned back to her. Wayne saved your life, my dear. He pulled you out of the water and performed CPR until the paramedics arrived.
This man? He saved her life? What water?
The doctor went on. Where do you live, Shauna?
Wha—? Um, Austin.
What is your father’s name?
Landon. McAllister.
And he is presently campaigning for the office of?
President,
she said. Where is he?
California, I think. Our staff is in the process of contacting him about your status. Can you tell me the outcome of the primary elections in February?
He won, of course, or else he wouldn’t still be campaigning. She had a few questions of her own, but the conversation was moving too quickly for her to articulate the bottom line. Why could she remember her father but not—what was his name? Wayne? Why could she remember last year but not this summer? She stood unbalanced at the edge of a yawning gap filled with nothing but anxiety.
Can we move it along please?
Patrice asked.
Dr. Siders checked his notes. Do you remember the accident?
Wayne seemed to recover from the blow of Shauna’s forgetfulness. Touching her ankles, he said, Is now the best time to bring all this up?
The—I was in an accident?
Oh, for crying out loud,
Patrice murmured.
Wayne frowned at her. "Mrs. McAllister, please."
Shauna could not look at her stepmother, but she caught Uncle Trent’s eyes. He shook his head at Shauna. Let it go.
Yes,
the doctor said to Shauna. Do you remember it?
Shauna looked at Wayne. You were there? How did you . . . ?
He was following you home from my house,
Uncle Trent said.
I don’t understand,
Shauna said.
Dr. Siders,
Wayne said, she’s so tired.
She’s been sleeping six weeks,
Patrice said, standing. She can stay awake a few more minutes.
Patrice,
Trent said.
No,
she snapped. Enough of this melodrama. We deserve to know what she knows.
I don’t understand.
Shauna gripped the bedsheets in a double fist. What happened?
You tell us, Shauna. I believe you know precisely what I mean. If you’re pulling a stunt
—Patrice leaned over the bed—"if I find out you’re making a mockery of Rudy and your father with this act . . ." She frowned and fumbled for words.
Nothing but Patrice’s own twisted view of the world could make sense of such accusations. Shauna’s temples throbbed. She looked at Uncle Trent, begging him without words to sort this out for her.
He pulled Patrice away from the bed. Rudy was with you, honey. You were driving when your car collided with a truck and went off a bridge.
Shauna managed a shallow breath but she couldn’t exhale. Is he okay?
Wayne’s eyes shifted. Dr. Siders appeared as baffled as Shauna felt. Trent looked at Patrice but offered no answer.
Is Rudy okay?
Patrice glared at Shauna. You don’t deserve an answer to that. You will tell us exactly what happened. Where you got the drugs. Why you planned to hurt Rudy. I can’t believe anyone would go to such lengths. You’re a beast. You have nearly ruined your father. It’s a wonder he has managed to go on.
Rudy was hurt. Fear injected adrenaline into Shauna’s heart.
Drugs?
Where is he?
she demanded.
California,
Trent said.
I mean Rudy!
She threw back the covers.
Patrice stepped back into Trent. Dr. Siders snapped out of his gawking. He dropped his charts onto the counter behind him, then leaned across the bed to catch Shauna’s arm. I want you out of here, all of you! We spoke about this.
She slapped Dr. Siders’s hands away. Tell me where Rudy is.
Wayne’s face lit up with worry, and he reached for Shauna as she dropped her legs over the edge of the bed. A rolling table stood between them, and he bumped into it.
Her bare feet hit the floor and she tried to stand on her atrophied legs, which resented her demands as much as everyone else in the room apparently did. The blood in her body raced to her feet to be of help, emptying her head. Patrice stood back and watched Shauna fall. She went down before anyone else could catch her, clipping her jaw on the table and clamping down on her tongue. She tasted blood and heard her skull smack the vinyl flooring, then she slipped back into the black waters.
2
Wayne held Shauna’s elbow and helped her down the white hallway. She insisted on walking this time, desperate to get out of the wheelchair, and determined to get out of this hospital as quickly as possible. It was already Wednesday.
After a day of fluctuating consciousness followed by two full days of being scanned, tested, poked, quizzed, and studied, she had many more questions than the first time she awoke.
But no more answers. They were all refusing to speak to her about Rudy and it was driving her crazy.
I can’t believe how much progress you’ve made already,
Wayne said as her energy flagged. She paused for a break and leaned against the wall. You’re amazing.
She searched his eyes. Please, Wayne. Tell me.
Tell you what?
What no one else will. About Rudy.
We’ve been over this.
His tone