A/N - Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. This chapter will give you some much needed insight as to why Sam reacted to the last call like she did. Remember, it switches between 1st & 3rd person. And the plain italics are Sam's thoughts. Enjoy! And don't forget to review. :) You guys are the reason I write!

Disclaimer: I do not own Trauma/Glenn or the Chevrolet Tahoe. I just own Sam.

I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the pillow beside me only to have my worst fears confirmed when I opened my eyes. He was gone. I pulled the comforter up around me as I sat up in bed. Glancing around the room, the only remnant of Glenn was his blue button up on the floor by my nightstand. The rest of his clothes were gone, while mine were strewn across the floor acting as a trail from the door to the bed. Still wanting to hold on to the possibility of me and Glenn, I reached for his button up and put it on. Why would he just leave? With no note? Not even a 'Thanks for the roll in the hay' text? Wow… Was it really that bad? Wait! I left my phone downstairs. Maybe he did text…

I decided to climb out of bed so that I could head downstairs and retrieve my phone. I paused at the top of the staircase when I saw that beautiful black leather jacket still draped over the banister. If there's one thing I know about Glenn, I know that he would not leave that jacket anywhere. He's still here.

I descended the staircase and since I saw an empty living room, I chose to search the kitchen next. Standing barefoot in front of my stove, there he was in his black undershirt and his blue jeans. I leaned against the doorway and watched how he meticulously stirred the ingredients in the stainless pot. "Hey." I whispered, not wanting to scare him. "Hey," he replied as he turned around and smiled. "I didn't wake you, did I? I was trying to let you sleep until I finished cooking." Pushing myself off the doorway, I walked over to see what he was cooking. "No, you didn't wake me. It smells delicious, what is it?" "My grandmother's beef stew. I figured it was the perfect meal to have on a day like today, with the weather being so terrible. It's almost ready."

"Perfect. I'll set the table." I said as I grabbed 2 spoons and 2 napkins from the cabinets. I carefully placed the spoons on the napkins at the table and sat down in one of the chairs. "Glenn…" "Yeah, Sam." "Never mind." Glenn spooned out the soup into two bowls and brought them to the table. Sitting down in the seat next to me, he grabbed my hand, "What's on your mind? You're a million miles away." "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Sam, you don't need to apologize. I just want to know what's going on with you. You haven't been yourself today." Glenn said as he gave my hand a tight squeeze. "Yeah, that's what I was apologizing for. I'm sorry about this morning." I sighed. "I don't know what came over me."

Glenn dropped my hand and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh… Well, I won't apologize for this morning. I don't think it was a mistake, but I will try my best to respect your feelings with…" "NO! No, no, no, no, no. That's not what I was talking about at all. This… you and me… I'm not sorry about that at all." I interjected. Glenn let out a huge sigh of relief and looked me in the eyes, "Then what do you have to be sorry for?" I looked down at the bowl of soup before me and bit my lower lip, not really wanting to divulge my story, but knowing that if I was going to have any chance at having a relationship with Glenn, he needed to know.

Sam took a deep breath and started, "I lost it this morning. I saw that little girl, who will never know what it's like to put on makeup for the first time. Who will never know what it's like to have a first date, a first kiss. I saw that mother… She will never see her grandchildren, never be able to tell her husband 'I love you' again. She will never get to hold her babies ever again. She's not going to be there for that baby boy to kiss his skinned knees. She won't be around to teach him how to be a true gentleman. She's gone. It was my job to save her and I couldn't do it."

By this point, Sam was sobbing. Glenn got up from his chair and knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her bare legs. "I just couldn't help it, I lost it. I lost her." She looked at Glenn with such sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. "She's never coming back and this morning was a reminder of that." "Who are you talking about, Sam?" Sam wiped the tears away and answered, "My mom. She was killed in a car accident when I was 15."

Silence fell over them as Sam tried to find the courage to continue. "She was on her way home from one of my brother's baseball games. Luke was a pitcher and a senior so mom went to every one of his games that season. She tried to get me to go with her, but I had been invited to sleepover at a friend's house. Of course, me being 15, a sleepover was way more important than going to my big brother's baseball game with my mom. Luke had to ride the bus home with the rest of the team, which meant my mom drove alone in our Tahoe."

Glenn grabbed Sam's hands and squeezed them tight, reassuring her. He didn't speak. He didn't want to push her for any more than she was willing to share. Sam furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head slightly. "She fell asleep behind the wheel. Just nodded off and lost control. The police say that she woke up and tried to over-correct and that's what caused the Tahoe to flip… It rolled seven times before coming to a stop right side up in a creek."

Sam let go of Glenn's hands and rose from her chair. She walked across the cold vinyl floor and came to a stop in front of the sink. Her head dropped as she placed her hands on the edge of the cabinet for support. Glenn slowly made his way to her and placed his left hand in the small of her back.

I raised my head and stared out the window overlooking my small backyard. "I should've gone with her. If I hadn't been so selfish, she would still be alive." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Glenn take a step toward me. He reached up and turned my face towards his. "You can't blame yourself, Sam." "And YOU can't even begin to grasp the magnitude of the amount of pain this caused my family. It was MY fault." I said, my words thick with disdain. I must have made Glenn mad with my comment because he grabbed my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes. "I don't know what you went through losing your mother… But, YOU were FIFTEEN! You weren't being selfish, you were being a teenager." I scoffed at Glenn's words but he just ignored me and continued on. "Don't doubt for a minute that your brother doesn't blame himself for the accident too. She was there for his game. I bet he thinks it's his fault."

Glenn removed his hands from my shoulders and mirrored my stance looking out the window. Shaking his head, he spoke again, "Damn it, Sam. You gotta let go of this or it's going to eat at you until there's nothing left at all. Quit being so stubborn and realize that it's okay to move on." He's completely right. There's no arguing with him on this one. It's not my fault. It's not Luke's. I've got to let go before it kills me. Damn it, Glenn. You really do know me too well. A small smile formed on my lips as I turned my eyes toward Glenn, "You know you love me because I'm so stubborn." He let out a small chuckle as his smile crept upwards towards his eyes. As he wrapped his arm around me, I could've sworn I heard him whisper "If you only knew."