Chapter 1:

Sam stormed into Ed's office with tears running from her eyes. "Ed, I'm so sorry." Ed looked confused. "Sorry about what Sam?" She looked at him and said, "I have to go." "Go? Go where? Sam, what are you talking about?" "If Eric is going to be working here, I can't stay."

Eric was one of Sam's old flings. She almost fell for him… almost.

"But Eric is a very good mechanic, Sam." "I know Ed, but I can't possibly get any work done with him here. It would be too awkward."

"Sam, I…"

"Ed, I'm not asking you to fire Eric, that would be to unfair. That's why I'm leaving instead. I love you all. Tell everyone bye for me. I don't think I'll be coming back."

Before Ed could say anything more, Sam left his office. Only a few minutes later, she was in her dark blue Beemer, suitcases in the back seat, leaving Vegas.

She had been driving now, for quite some hours. But she still remained in the harsh Nevada desert. Her eyes were beginning to swell up again, full of tears, as she thought aloud. 'Did I do the right thing?' She looked at herself in her rear-view mirror and forced herself to believe that she did. After all, that was all she could do.

After what seemed like forever, Sam pulled up in the driveway to a small bungalow of a house. It was quite charming. She landscaped it herself. She hadn't been to her little getaway in years. She hadn't really needed to get away, not since she came to the Montecito. She liked everything about the resort and casino, so she felt no need to ever leave. Still, she never sold her little home, just in case something like this was ever to happen.

She grabbed her suitcases and set them on the front patio while she dug through the small plant by the front door for the key. When she opened the door, she couldn't help but smile at her once abandoned retreat. She sort of spoke to the home when she said, "Now, why did I ever leave you? You're so perfect. I never would've left had I known this would be the outcome of my life at the Montecito."

Returning to her depressed mood after she said that, she realized she probably would've gone anyway, even knowing the outcome. 'Come on,' she thought to herself, 'I would take over 3 years of happiness for only a couple days of heartbreak any day… it's no big deal. That really is all it should take, only a couple of days.' As she unpacked her bags, she hoped it would be permanent.

She would miss Danny McCoy the most. He's the main reason she came to the Montecito in the first place. He made her a deal to come work there. What he didn't know was that he was part of the offer. She came so she could have a chance to get closer to him. It almost worked once, but he fell for his childhood sweetheart, Mary Connell, all over again only a few days later. She never got the chance to tell him how she truly felt about the charming Danny McCoy.

But that's over now. All she needed was her own self. Then she came across the bag with all of her silver that once belonged to her ex boyfriend until he was killed. She realized that she would never have to work again. "This silver is all I really need. I'll be fine with just this." She also realized that if not for the silver, she wouldn't even have this home to escape to in the first place. Never again, would she have to return to her old life, her old friends, her old town. She would be perfectly content with herself.