"Do you love me?" Calista Hargrove asked her husband Adam, her arms curled up against his chest.

He leaned over and kissed her knuckles. "Of course I love you."

"Do you miss all the hot girls who used to follow you around?"

Adam chuckled. "Hot girls? As in plural? Like more than one? I thought there was only one. Just you--singular."

Calista blushed as she placed her palm against her husband's bare chest. They were in bed and she could feel his heart beating beneath her palm. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

"That's not true." Adam's eyes were focused on his wife. "I was tongue-tied the first time I met you."

"You were seven," Calista reminded him.

"Still...it was love at first sight. I think it took you longer to come around. I had to seduce you with some Milk Duds and a Pepsi."

Calista laughed. "Stop judging me! My mom never let me have sweets."

"I know. Once we shared that Pepsi, I knew you'd be coming back for more. You were mine." Adam tickled her side.

"Eww...you sound like a creep. I'll have you know that I've always liked you even before you shared your junk food with me."

"Really?"

"Really." Calista giggled. "The first time I met you, you were holding a puppy. How could I not have liked you?"

"So do you regret it?" Adam asked. He was tracing circles against her bare torso which was making it difficult for Calista to concentrate.

"Regret what?"

"Only being with me. We've been dating since we were teens," Adam whispered. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. "Now we're married."

"Do you regret it?" Calista asked.

"Marrying you?"

"That...and not being with any other women besides me."

Adam grinned. "Well, it's unfortunate for all the women out there but not for me."

"Why not for you?"

"Because I have you. You're the only one I want."

Calista's lips curled upward. "That's right. You better not want any other women besides me."

"It's you and me for life, baby." Adam's lips met Calista's in a lazy kiss.

"Adam, I love you. You know that, right?"

"I knew that since I was seven and let you eat all my Milk Duds."

"If something ever happened to me, would you get remarried?" Calista asked.

Adam groaned. "That's such a mood-killer kind of question."

"I'm serious. Would you remarry?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I can't imagine feeling this way again about someone else."

"I'd want you to though."

"You'd want me to what?"

"Move on. I wouldn't want you to be sad and alone," Calista whispered.

"Even if something did happen to you...and knock on wood that it doesn't...but if something did, I'd never be alone."

"What do you mean? Do you have some side-chick I don't know about?" Calista's eyes narrowed and her husband laughed again.

"No. I just mean that I'd never feel alone because you'd always be right here." he placed his hands over her palm which was still covering his chest.

"Awww Adam, see? You do always  know what to say."

"Yes, my love, if you say so." Adam leaned over to kiss his wife.

Calista could barely open her eyes but she knew she was awake from the sound of the softly beeping medical equipment in the room. Why was Adam appearing in her dreams?

"You must have some sort of angel looking out for you to still be alive," a male voice whispered. "Don't worry, Calista, I'll keep your secret safe...for now. You just be good so we don't have any problems. Understand?"

Calista could hear the door to her hospital room shutting. For a moment, she let his words sink in. Did someone just threaten her? Was she still dreaming? Her eyelids felt like they were carrying ten-pound weights and before she understood what was happening, she was asleep once more.

Detective Mark Jessup had his arms crossed against his chest as he stared down at a sleeping Calista Dover.

"Even after what happened to her, she's a beauty," his partner, Bree, said in awe.

"Yeah, plastic surgery and a crapload of cash can do wonders," Mark said dryly. "What's that saying again? There's no such thing as ugly people-- just poor people. Anyone could be gorgeous with some plastic surgery. You think she's gonna wake anytime soon?"

"The doctor said they sedated her because she was upset on account of her amnesia."

Mark made a scoffing noise. "Now she has amnesia? How convenient. What is this? Some kind of Spanish soap opera? Ms. Dover? Ms. Dover, are you awake?"

"Mark," Bree hissed.

Calista's eyes slowly opened.

"Glad to see you're awake, ma'am. I'm Detective Jessup and this is my partner, Detective Wade. We have some questions to ask you about what happened on the night of December twenty-fourth at St. Anthony's church."

Calista's eyes widened in fear.

"You do remember what happened that night, don't you?" Mark asked, his pen and a small pad in hand. "You were the only surviving victim at St. Anthony's church. Can you tell us how you got there?"

The heart monitor attached to Calista was beginning to beep faster and it was becoming harder for her to breathe.

Distorted memories of her walking home and then being forced into a stranger's truck. She remembered being threatened at gunpoint.

"Are you starting to remember?" Mark asked, taking a step closer. His voice rose. "A lot of kids died that night. Their parents want answers. They deserve them."

"Are you okay?" Bree asked Calista who was gasping for air.

"What's going on here? Who let you in?" Dr. Mason asked as he and two nurses burst through the hospital room's door.

"Detectives Jessup and Wade," Mark explained, flashing his badge. "We're here to ask Ms. Dover a few questions."

"Not without our lawyer present," Sebastian's voice cut through the hospital room. "Roger, find out how intruders were allowed in Calista's room and see about getting her checked out. Clearly, this hospital isn't worth the money we're paying."

"Mr. Dover!" The doctor wrung his hands together in fear after giving Calista another sedative through her IV.

"No need to get upset," Mark said, grinning. "We're just here to ask some friendly questions."

"That's not what it sounded like." Sebastian pulled out his cell phone. "I'll give you five minutes to leave the hospital before I call whoever is above you and have you fired."

"Is that a threat?" Mark stepped forward.

"Wait and find out." Sebastian's eyes locked with Mark's.

Bree tugged at her partner's sleeve. "Let's go, Jessup. We can question her after she's released."

"It's already been months!" Mark brushed her hand away before glaring back at Sebastian. "You think because you're rich you can hide the truth? It'll be a real shame if it turns out that your sister had something to do with the deaths of all those people that night, huh?"

"I think it would be wise for you to listen to your partner," Sebastian said smoothly.

"That's right. Act like you're not bothered by us but just remember." Mark pointed towards Calista. "No matter how long it takes...we'll be waiting to hear the truth."

Sebastian smiled as Bree dragged Mark out of the room.

"This isn't over, Dover!" Mark shouted before feeling like an idiot. He whispered to Bree, "That rhymed. Over. Dover." 

Bree grimaced. "It didn't quite have the effect you wanted it to."

He turned back to Sebastian. "I'll find out the truth!"

Outside of the hospital, Bree shoved Mark. "If you want to get fired, that's on you, Jessup. Don't drag me down with you."

"C'mon Bree. You know he was trembling in his designer shoes."

She rolled her eyes. "That's not what it looked like to me."

"Why else would he threaten to bring in his lawyers or call the captain? He's got something to hide and I'd bet good money it has something to do with that pretty sister of his."

"Good money? You? Don't make me laugh."

"I'm serious. I know women and I've got Calista Dover all figured out."

"She didn't say a word to you so how could you possibly know anything?" Bree asked.

Mark winked at her. "My gut tells me everything I need to know and it's telling me that Rich Boy's sister is hiding something."

"And what is it that you think she's hiding?" Bree sighed.

"That she's a murderer," Mark answered.

"Well even that's true, you won't hear it out of her. You heard the brother. They're going to lawyer up and the case has been cold for months. Without any kind of clear confession from her, our case is dead in the water."

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to get a confession out of her then."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Bree asked.

Mark grinned before answering, "Easy. I'll make her fall in love with me."