Remember Us Series by Glenna Sinclair

What do you do when the woman you love is hit by a car and placed into a medically induced coma? I don’t know about you, but I rushed to her side and refused to leave. I was so afraid that she wouldn’t come back to me that I couldn’t bear to leave her side even to cross the room and sleep in the comfort of a hospital grade lounger. Every day is a waiting game, wondering if she’ll wake up, if she’ll be the same woman I knew before... moreWhat do you do when the woman you love is hit by a car and placed into a medically induced coma? I don’t know about you, but I rushed to her side and refused to leave. I was so afraid that she wouldn’t come back to me that I couldn’t bear to leave her side even to cross the room and sleep in the comfort of a hospital grade lounger. Every day is a waiting game, wondering if she’ll wake up, if she’ll be the same woman I knew before. They keep warning me that she could suffer permanent brain damage. But I never imagined Harley’s consequence would be to lose the last five years of her life. Not only does she not remember me, but she can’t remember her art career, her successes and failures, moving three states to be with me, or even breaking up with her college sweetheart. I brought her home, hoping that being surrounded by memories of our life together will help her remember what she’s lost. But every conversation is like talking to a stranger. She doesn’t remember trips we took together. She doesn’t remember how we felt about each other…how I still feel about her. She has no idea that we planned a future together, that I pinned my future on her. I’m desperate to bring her back. But there are some things that might be better left forgotten. Can I convince Harley to remember why she loved me, but forget what went wrong? WARNING: Cliffhanger ending. This is part one of a three part serial. less

Physically, Harley’s better. Her collar bone and her ribs are healed, her leg reduced to a boot rather than the bulky cast that kept her relegated to a wheelchair. But this Harley defied her father—something my Harley never would have done. She’s different, but there are sparks of the old Harley. She finishes the mural she began months and months ago at the community center my friend, Margaret, is opening... morePhysically, Harley’s better. Her collar bone and her ribs are healed, her leg reduced to a boot rather than the bulky cast that kept her relegated to a wheelchair. But this Harley defied her father—something my Harley never would have done. She’s different, but there are sparks of the old Harley. She finishes the mural she began months and months ago at the community center my friend, Margaret, is opening. Too bad she doesn’t remember planning it out, sketching it in our bed in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. But I’m glad she doesn’t remember why we weren’t together the morning of her accident. Will Harley ever come back to me? The old Harley? I don’t honestly know. But I’m glad to have this second chance, even if nothing will ever be the same again. WARNING: Cliffhanger ending. This is part two of a three part serial. less

The woman I love was run down by a car and lost the last three years of her memory. I’ve stood by her, waited for her to come back. And then she does. She’s back and she’s in my arms and everything is okay. But is it? Is it really? There was a reason she was where she was when she was hurt. I put her in that position and I was so wrapped up in my own fears, my own worries, that it never occurred to me that one thing might have something to do with the other... moreThe woman I love was run down by a car and lost the last three years of her memory. I’ve stood by her, waited for her to come back. And then she does. She’s back and she’s in my arms and everything is okay. But is it? Is it really? There was a reason she was where she was when she was hurt. I put her in that position and I was so wrapped up in my own fears, my own worries, that it never occurred to me that one thing might have something to do with the other. There are consequences to every action. less