A/N: Omg! Don't kill me guys! It has been a year! You probably will kill me if you are still reading this story. I apologize, it is just thatI found my notebook that had all of my stuff for this story written out the other day. It just goes to show that I need to clean my room more often. Please enjoy!

Chapter 10: Broken Hearts

Faith, Mort, and Mort's mother all sat down for what would be one of the hardest conversations Faith ever had to endure. She gave Mort one last reassuring smile and Mort cleared his throat.

"Uh...Mom, I have something to tell you that may or may not be easy to take in. I just don't know where to start." He gave his mother a lopsided grin but her look was stern.

"How about why you were gone for so long?" Her tone was cold.

"Ah...yes. Well, you see...I left the funeral and was on my way to the get-together at an inn down the street and... well, I kind of got into an accident."

"This explains the gash on your head. Correct?" Her eyebrows arched.

"Correct."

"So... are you alright?"

"Not exactly," Mort paused and glanced at Faith. "Mom... I don't know how to say this but...I um... I don't know this house or this backyard. I don't know anything about my life. I don't remember the first time I rode a bike, or my first car, or even my graduation. I didn't even know what my career was until Faith told me. I don't remember my father, I don't know anything about you or if I have siblings. Hell! I don't even know your name. When you saw the way I looked at this view," Mort motioned towards the trees and the lake, "was geniunely the first time I actually saw it. I hate to throw this at you, but...if you haven't figured it out, I have amnesia."

Mort looked up from his hands and felt fear arise in his stomach. His mother stared at him, startled. She turned her head away and breathed in deeply.

"Amnesia?" Her voice was meek. "It explains the look of pure confusion. You absolutely do not remember me?" Tears were building in her throat.

Mort couldn't find it in him to answer her. Faith grabbed his hand and whispered, "go on."

Again, he looked at his mother. He could not tie a memory to her whatsoever. "I'm sorry, Mom. I can't..."

A tear fell from her eyes. "It's okay sweetie. It's okay..." she grabbed Mort into a deep embrace and shut her eyes tightly. She couldn't hold back all of her tears much longer.

Faith silently cried as she watched Mort's mother. There was so much pain upon her delicate face that was now tear-stained. She could not imagine how it must feel to have your child tell you that he doesn't even know her name. All of the memories she so carefully built for Mort were gone.

Mort's mother looked him in the eyes. "My name isMarie Rainey. You don't have any siblings and your father passed away last year."

Mort stared into the eyes that were so much like his own. "Did I have a nice childhood?" Tears welled in his eyes.

"I like to think you did."Marie wiped away his tears as they fell.

"Even though I don't know you, I can't help but love you." His mother kissed him on the forehead like she had done so many times before.

Faith's heart melted as she watched the display before her. She never mourned for her mother like she had at that very moment.

Mariepulled away from her son and looked towards Faith. She wiped her eyes and crossed her legs. "Well, now that it is out in the open. Care to explain this beautiful young lady?"

Mort smiled as he remembered Faith. He looked at her and his heart broke. "This is Elizabeth's daughter. We met at the funeral."

His mother's gaze softened. "I'm so sorry, dear. It was such a terrible loss."

"Thank you, Mrs. Rainey." Faith smiled as best she could.

"You can't very well tell me that you two are just friends? Not with the way you look at eachother!" Mrs. Rainey beamed.

"Well, maybe a little bit more than friends," Faith said as she smiled at Mort.

While keeping his gaze upon Faith, Mort said, "she stood by me during everything. And she has been wonderful with trying to help me regain my life."

Faith's smile grew as she heard Mort's words. "I told you that I would never leave you. I meant it."

"Mort, dear, I've never seen you so in love. It breaks my heart that I have to put rain on your parades. You cannot be with this young lady, Morty."

Mort's expression hardened and he looked towards his mother. "Why?" He asked sternly.

"Because you are married."