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Four days later

Charles closed his eyes as he lay back in his hospital bed and listened to the constant mithering of his parents. He loved them both dearly, but they were starting to annoy him. He appreciated the fact that they came and visited him every day in the hospital and on most days, he looked forward to it. Anything to break the boredom but today, however, it wasn't them that he wanted to see. He was just too anxious about Molly to want to make small talk.

The second surgery on his leg a few days earlier had been a success, Mr Patel, his surgeon had told him earlier that morning as he had adjusted his pain medication. He would need physiotherapy as soon as he was able to get up and stand. The paperwork had been filed for his transfer to Headley as soon as possible to start his rehabilitation. As he read the literature the surgeon had left for him, Charles realised he wouldn't back on active duty for quite some time, if ever. At that present moment he had no idea how that made him feel. A part of him craved the routine of army life, however another part of him knew things were going to have to change. He had a son now, a son whose life he wanted to be a part of.

Every time he thought of work or his future his head started to throb, a common side effect of the two brain surgeries his other surgeon Ms Devlin constantly reminded him of. The main side effect was the crippling migraines, which she assured him would decrease in time. The medication for the migraine was effective but it made him a bit groggy and he wanted to keep a clear head today.

Ever since he heard about the attack on Molly and he'd briefly seen Sam, Charles had been desperate to apologise to her in person for the way he acted when she'd told him about Sam. He'd sent the first text the next morning, and to his surprise, she replied straight away, agreeing that they needed to see each other and sort things out. They'd text several times each day just to see how each other was feeling and last night they had agreed to possibly meet today. First thing this morning, before doctor's rounds, he'd sent her another message but there had been no reply until a few minutes ago.

His parents were too busy moaning about something to notice as Charles lifted his phone from the bedside table and unlocked it. Molly had replied.

'Is it okay if I come this afternoon? Sam has a party he wants to go to at nursery.'

He smiled as he quickly replied.

'Perfect.'

He really wanted to meet Sam too, especially after seeing him the other night, but he had no idea what Sam knew about him and as much as he wanted to be a part of his life, he had to respect Molly's wishes. Deep down it was probably best that he and Molly cleared the air before he met Sam.

He was broken from his thoughts by his mother walking over beside him.

"Who was that?" Anna asked, curious as to the smile on her son's face.

"Molly," Charles replied still smiling. "She's going to call in later and I can finally apologise to her."

"Is she bringing Sam? Do you want us to stay when she's here?" Anna asked, excited at the prospect of being a grandmother.

"Anna for the love of god stop talking!" Archie exclaimed as he saw the look on Charles' face.

"No, I don't want you to stay, thank you though for offering," Charles replied, slowly, trying not to offend his mother. "I think it's best that we talk alone. And no, she is not bringing Sam with her."

"But I can't wait to meet him and spoil him rotten!" Anna smiled almost bouncing on the spot.

"Neither can I, but we have to respect Molly's wishes," Charles replied. "Or do you not remember your own advice mother?"

"No need for sarcasm Charles," Anna replied as she sat down in the chair and glanced at the photo Molly had given Charles of their son "He is the absolute double of you at that age."

"When I saw him through the office window, all I could see was Molly," Charles said, smiling softly at the memory.

"Well Molly is obviously fantastic as a mother, she's a nurse," Anna said as she looked at Charles "Remember to tell her that and none of this custody nonsense either."

"I will and I promise mum," Charles sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"Another headache?" Archie asked.

"A bit, not as bad as the migraines," Charles replied quietly, all he wanted was some peace and quiet to be able to think over what he was going to say to Molly.

"Well why don't we go and let you get some rest before Molly arrives," Archie suggested as he glared at his wife. "You can call us later and let us know how you get on."

"Thanks dad," Charles said as he watched both of them gather their belongings and say their goodbyes.

He couldn't screw up this meeting with Molly. A life without either her or Sam in it just didn't bear thinking about.

OGOGOGOG

If Molly were being honest with herself, she was scared shitless right about now as she stood outside the main entrance to the hospital.

She was scared because of two reasons.

One, it was her first time back at the hospital, her place of work since she had been attacked.

The second, she was going to meet Charles. His constant texts had mainly convinced her that he'd had time to cool down and think since she told him the news that he was a father, but there was still that niggling doubt in the back of her mind that it was all a ploy. Get into her good books, be friendly to her and just when she trusted him, he would knock the wind out of her by either kidnapping Sam or trying to take her son away from her. She had a knack of dating and screwing the wrong men, why should he be any different?

She bit her lip as she stared into the hospital, she could walk in there, she had to. She just didn't want anyone to see the black eye she was currently sporting and have to deal with the questions and sympathetic looks. One thing Molly Dawes did not like was being the centre of attention and being the focus of the hospital grapevine.

It took her a few moments to recognise the older couple who had just walked out of the hospital. The second she realised that it was Archie and Anna James it was too late - they'd spotted her, she couldn't run and hide behind a bush. Not that she could run with her wound and sore ribs, but she would have given it a go.

"Molly!" Anna yelled out as they quickly approached her. "Charles mentioned you were going to call by later."

"Yeah, I'm going to call up in a while," Molly explained, thinking that it was best to get this meeting over and done with. "I need to call onto the ward and collect a few things."

"How are you feeling? Charles told us what happened?" Archie asked her "That's some shiner." He said as he glanced at her face.

"Still sore, but better than I was, thanks."

"Charles told us everything," Anna said quietly "About Sam."

"You must hate me," Molly said quietly "I'm not lying or trying to trap your son…"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Archie asked

"We think no such thing," Anna smiled "Besides there's no question of Sam's parentage, he is the double of Charles at that age."

Molly smiled, not sure how to respond when Anna pulled her in for a hug.

"Thank you," Anna whispered in her ear.

"For what?" Molly asked confused as she pulled out of the hug and looked at Anna. She was expecting a lot of things from this meeting but thanks hadn't been one of them.

"For making me a grandmother," Anna smiled "More importantly for saving my son."

"I was just doing my job," Molly replied looking at the ground.

"You're a wonderful nurse Molly, you've saved him, both medically and mentally. Finding out about Sam," Anna sniffed "He's always wanted to be a father Molly and now he is. I think you've given him something to recover for."

"Where is the little lad anyway?" Archie enquired.

"At a friend's birthday party at the nursery, he didn't want to miss it."

"I can't wait to meet him!" Anna grinned

"Anna, we have had this conversation," Archie scolded, rolling his eyes "I think it's more important that Charles meets his son first."

"I know, I know!" Anna smiled as she reached into her bag to grab her pen and a piece of paper "Molly, here's my number, I want you to contact me the minute you need anything, especially when Charles goes to Headley. Babysitting, pint of milk, please just call me."

"Thanks," Molly smiled, slightly embarrassed as she took the piece of paper and put it in her coat pocket.

"I mean it Molly," Anna said her face serious. "We don't hate you. We just want to get to know you and Sam. We want to help out as much as possible, with your permission of course."

"Okay," Molly smiled, as she felt her cheeks start to flush. "I promise to text you later and I can send you some more pictures of Sam."

"Perfect!" Archie grinned "Now, we better go before we need to take out a mortgage to pay the parking."

OGOGOGOG

Molly slowly approached the hospital room that Charles was in. She noticed that the door was open, so she quickly looked in. He was lying on the bed wide awake and listening to music on his iPod and staring into space. As she walked in, he turned and saw her before smiling and removing his earphones.

"Hi, I can come back if you're resting," Molly said quietly as she stood in the doorway and glanced around his room.

"No, stay please," Charles replied smiling as he positioned the bed into a more comfortable sitting position.

"Same room, different floor," Molly quipped as she came in and sat down in the chair by his bed. The private side room was identical to the one he'd been in on her surgical floor.

"Yeah, just a shame the staff aren't as nice," Charles interjected.

"Yeah Mr Patel is a real charmer, ain't he?" Molly smiled "No one likes him."

"I can understand that, the nurses aren't much better either," Charles moaned, still staring at her and still smiling. "How are you after, well what happened the other night?"

"Still a bit sore, but as long as I don't laugh then I'm okay," Molly sighed. "Wish the shiner would go away though."

"I've busted my ribs in the past so I know how uncomfortable it can be," he said, no longer smiling. His face suddenly serious. "You were stabbed Molly. I… after the way I spoke to you…" he said as he rested his hand on the back of his neck and tugged at the curls which were starting to form.

"I wouldn't say stabbed, more a graze really," Molly clarified "The waistband of my scrubs got the brunt of it."

"Even so, if anything had happened to you, I would never have forgiven myself."

"It wasn't your fault," Molly said quickly seeing the concern in his face.

"Maybe if I hadn't yelled at you and gone on the way I had, well...maybe you wouldn't have been in such a rush to leave the ward, maybe you wouldn't have been as distracted."

"What happened to me is not your fault Charles, from what the police have told me he was going to attack someone that night and that person may not have been as lucky as me. A simple case of wrong time, wrong place" Molly shivered as she thought of how different the night could have ended. "He's locked up and can't hurt anyone else now."

"Thank God," Charles stated, "I dread to think what would have happened if Sam had been there."

"I know. Me too"

"I saw him, that night," Charles said carefully as he watched her.

"I know Jac told me," Molly said. Initially, she'd freaked when Jac had told her that Charles had seen her on the ward with Sam, but soon realised that although Charles had seen him, Sam had not seen him. "She also told me what she said to you. She's a very good friend and she means well but she can go over the top sometimes."

"Every word she said was true Molly," Charles stated calmly. "I am every bit as responsible as you are. You were single and out for a good time with your friend. I was engaged to be married at my own stag party. I talked to you first, I started the conversation, wanted dinner, I kissed you in that garden."

"And I didn't say no to any of it," Molly interrupted him as they both stared at each other. "I wanted it too."

"I don't regret it Molly, I never have, and I never will."

"Same here, even when I found out I was pregnant," Molly smiled. "Having Sam was the best thing I've ever done."

"He's a credit to you," Charles smiled "He looks like you. When he was sat colouring in a picture he was frowning, and it reminded me of you when you would be reading over my chart deep in thought."

"He's a fantastic little boy," Molly smiled.

"I want to know everything about him," Charles smiled "I want to know everything about you too Molly. You've never left my thoughts."

"Ditto."

"We did have a connection that night didn't we, I wasn't just imagining that?" Charles asked as he continued to study her.

"We did," Molly smiled "I felt it too, and now we literally have a connection through Sam."

"I want to be a part of his life, I just have no idea what to do."

"I want you to be part of his life too, and I know I'm going to have to learn how to share him. I've been the sole parent and decision maker up to now but I'm going to have to remember to involve you," Molly said quietly.

Charles pondered his next question carefully but, in the end, curiosity got the better of him. "I take it there's no-one else then, boyfriend or husband I mean?"

"No," Molly replied biting her lip slightly. "I have dated some blokes but once they found out about Sam, I didn't see them for dust. There was Bryce, a surgeon here at the hospital but that ended a few weeks ago. It wasn't serious," Molly said finding herself rambling. "We dated, he and Sam got on well and like every other bloke I've dated, he started to get controlling and everything had to be done his way, on his terms, what he wanted to do. I didn't want Sam to see that, so I ended it. He, Bryce I mean, is back in the US. His ego has finally left the building too", she shyly giggled.

Charles smiled sadly at her. He remembered that conversation from a few years ago in the secret garden where she told him about her boyfriend, how forceful and controlling he had been. How could she be so unlucky and how could any man lucky enough to meet her not fall head over heels in love with her.

"When I found out I was pregnant I knew I needed somewhere bigger than a flat to live and thanks to Kate, or Ms Devlin as you know her," Molly smiled as Charles recognised the name "We got a small house and Jac moved in along with her boyfriend Dan, he's a doctor downstairs in casualty. It's been the three of us, well I am the parent, Jac and Dan are more like a big brother and sister teaching Sam every bad habit known to mankind. They both help with the rent and childcare when I'm working. He's not nursery all the time. I'd be lost without them."

"They sound like good friends," Charles smiled.

"They are," Molly agreed.

"I take it your family…"

"Not in the picture," Molly snapped "They didn't want to know me when I left London to go to university or when I went into nursing. When I was pregnant, I contacted them, thought it might be a start in clearing the air, but they made it clear that they didn't want to know and not to darken their door again."

"Molly, I…"

"It's fine. I've gotten used to it. It's their loss ain't it?"

"It definitely is," Charles frowned. "Sam has never had a father or grandparents?" he muttered.

"No, but your parents seem nice," Molly surmised, desperately wanting to change the subject and stop talking about her. "I saw them outside when I came in."

"Oh no, what did my mother say to you?" Charles asked looking alarmed. "She means well really."

"She hugged me," Molly giggled "And gave me her phone number, I get the impression she can't wait to spoil Sam?"

"She will spoil him rotten," Charles laughed "I love her to bits but sometimes she should come with a health warning and a filter."

Molly laughed "What about you? When you were admitted your father mentioned that you were divorced?"

"Yes," Charles replied as he took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to say, but it was far too early in this new and tentative relationship to say that he loved her. He definitely had feelings for her and was thinking of a way he could tell her.

"I'm going to be honest with you Molly," he said quietly and confidently. "I have probably thought about you every day since that night."

"I…"Molly began.

"No please, let me explain," Charles smiled as he could see how embarrassed Molly was at his statement. "I told you about Rebecca that night, how trapped I felt. Then I met you and you were a breath of fresh air."

"I've been described as plenty of things but that has to be a new one!" Molly joked as she leant back carefully on the chair.

"I wanted to wake up that morning with you in my arms, I wanted to get to know you better, but I know why you left. I get it, I do," he said as Molly tried to speak and then stopped.

"I wanted to try and find you, but I got dragged into something I didn't want to do with my future brother-in-law and on the road back home I knew I was living a lie. I didn't want to marry Rebecca. I had a speech all planned out on how I wanted to call off the wedding. Then I got home, and Rebecca told me she was pregnant. I had no choice but to go through with the wedding."

"I… never realised that you already had…" Molly stammered, the news completely knocking air from her lungs.

"Let me finish, please," Charles pleaded before continuing "Things were okay for a few weeks then I asked Rebecca when her scan was. I came home to find out she'd already had it and deep down I knew something wasn't right. A few weeks later she had a miscarriage."

"Shit, I am so sorry."

"Don't be Molly because there was no baby," Charles explained as Molly's eyes bulged in shock at what she'd just heard. "A few months later I came home early and found Rebecca in bed with someone else. Long story short she had been sleeping around for months, even before the wedding. She faked the miscarriage on the day she received a huge family inheritance. She no longer needed me or my money. She was never pregnant. That's what hurt the most the other night when you told me about Sam, Rebecca faked a pregnancy for me to marry her while you really did have my child."

"Charles, I am so sorry, that's terrible. How could she do that?"

"If she hadn't lied to me, I would have called off the wedding and tried to find you, I could have been involved with Sam, with you, from the beginning. That's what hurts the most Molly."

Molly nodded her head quietly, trying to take in everything Charles was telling her.

"You're in my thoughts every day, when I was in Afghan, I dreamt of you and that night we spent together. On the plains when the tank crashed, you were the last thing I saw Molly and that was before I knew about Sam. You are the last thing I ever want to see"

"What are you saying Charles?" Molly asked cautiously.

"I have feelings for you. I always have, I want to get to know you as well as my son. I want you and Sam in my life" Charles said, his eyes staring intently at hers.

"I want to get to know you too," Molly whispered "I'm not going to lie though, what you said the other night, about me being an unfit mother and going for custody...it...well you really hurt me." She said sadly.

"I'm so so sorry Molly. I shouldn't have said all of that. I wasn't thinking straight. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. All I want to do is make you happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Can you ever forgive me?" He pleaded.

"Well I suppose I should cut you some slack, you have got, or rather had, a major brain injury" she smiled.

Charles let out a grateful smile.

"The priority has to be Sam though...agreed? Once that's figured out, we can start to talk about us."

"Agreed," Charles replied nodding his head.

"I have always wanted you to know about him and to be involved and yes I have thought back to us, that night many times but I don't know how I feel," Molly explained as she found herself reaching out and grasping his hand. In that moment she knew she forgave him. Even though she was upset at how he'd reacted the other night she understood where he was coming from. And she thought if the shoe was on the other foot she'd probably have acted the same. He looked down at their entwined fingers and smiled.

"I want to get to know you but as friends first and foremost for Sam," Molly explained "I've changed since I had him, I had to, you may not like the new me."

"I already like you Molly, that will never change, what you've managed to achieve by yourself is breath-taking. I am in awe."

"Stop talking shit mate or they'll have you down for another brain scan," Molly laughed

"Molly the only thing I have ever known is being an officer in the army. Right now, I have no idea if I can regain full fitness to allow me to return. I look at you, so beautiful and brilliant and I can't help but wonder what the hell you could see in an invalid like me. Then you told me about Sam, and it filled me with hope. Hope to fight back to full fitness, but even if I can achieve that I don't know if I can be the father I want to be or that Sam needs. I don't know if I will ever be able to run around in the park or garden with him. I…"

"Stop right there," Molly said as she slowly stood and moved to sit on the bed beside him. "Sam needs his father in his life, he won't care if you are in the army or not or if you can chase him around the garden. He will just want you to be there, to read him his bedtime stories and play with him."

"Does he even know about me?" Charles whispered as he looked at her, desperately hoping the answer was yes. He wasn't sure he could bear the thought of Molly chalking him down as a deadbeat dad and a nobody.

"He started to ask questions about his daddy a while ago," Molly sniffed "I told him that you were in the army helping to keep people safe. I thought that was the safest way to describe it."

"He knows… about me," Charles smiled.

"Well I don't have a photo to show him but yeah he knows you exist, he just thinks…" Molly frowned thinking of the best way to say it, "oh hell he thinks you are a superhero with his own cape!"

Charles looked at her for a second and burst out laughing, "note to self, look for an army camouflage cape when in Headley."

"uh huh," Molly laughed. "I'm going to tell him all about you, I just wanted to get, well this, out of the way first."

"Clear the air," Charles smiled.

"Exactly," Molly smiled back. "I do care about you too Charles, I just think we need to get to know each other properly before we start thinking or doing anything else and let Sam come to terms with the adjustment in his life."

"Agreed. I need you by my side Molly, either as a nurse or friend, but I need you and Sam to help me get through rehab," Charles said practically pleading.

"And we will be," Molly replied, "I promise to visit you in Headley and bring Sam with me."

"I used to have this selfish image in my head," Charles said "Of being in the army, going away on tour and to come home to have my kids running over to me like you see on the news. Now that I'm a father, even if I do mange a complete recovery, the thought of leaving him tears me apart. I have missed so much of his life already; I don't want to miss anymore of it."

"You won't," Molly promised.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door and an orderly asking if they would like anything to drink. As Charles drank his coffee and Molly her tea, they talked about Sam. His date of birth, favourite colour and story. His favourite toys and about his friends in nursery.

"I wish I could have been there, when he was born," Charles sighed

"So do I mate," Molly quipped as she finished the last of her tea.

Charles frowned "I don't understand?"

"Emergency caesarean section," Molly grimaced at the memory of the pain afterwards "There I was on my last shift before maternity leave dreaming of three weeks resting on my arse before baby arrives. Then I stand up, all I could feel was pain, saw blood and passed out. Next thing I know it's a few hours later and Jac is telling me I have a son."

"What the hell happened?" Charles asked alarmed at the thought of something happening to her and the baby.

"Placental abruption, basically the placenta had come away causing bleeding," Molly explained quickly "despite being three weeks early Sam was perfectly fine and healthy and was wheeled into me a short time later fast asleep and giving me the finger already!"

"No way!"

"There's a photo to prove it, speaking of which, I nearly forgot to give you this," Molly said as she reached over to grab her coat and lifted out a small envelope from her pocket. "This is for you. It is a memory card full of photos and videos of Sam from when he was born to the present day. Birthday parties, swimming lessons, running around the park. I thought you would like to have it."

Charles bit back a sob as he carefully took the envelope "I will cherish it."

"Jac always laughed at me taking photos but I have no pictures of me as a kid and I don't want that for Sam, I want him to look back at his childhood with happy memories," Molly explained "That and I always lived in hope that you would come back into our lives and would want to see these."

"Molly I don't know how to even begin to thank you for this," Charles said trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Every time you feel low, that you can't do rehab anymore, look at the memory card, your son is waiting for you," Molly smiled.

"I will."

"He's at nursery now, one of his friend's birthdays and they are having a party which he didn't want to miss," Molly explained as Charles nodded his head. "That, and I wanted to clear the air between us first. I want him to remember the day he met his father."

"So do I and you're right, I would prefer for him not to see me bandaged and high on morphine!"

"We really struck it lucky with Sam," Molly said smiling at Charles who was still staring at the envelope as if it contained the crown jewels.

"What do you mean?" he enquired.

"He gives the most amazing cuddles, I call them a Super Sam cuddle, I tell you it cures everything," Molly smiled proudly "After a tough shift I go and collect him from nursery and just ask him for a cuddle and he does it. The world seems right again."

"He's so energetic, he always has to be doing something, even if it's just running around the park and he loves stories, he will bribe you into reading at least three stories some nights. He doesn't like football much to Dan's annoyance, but he does enjoy swimming, or rather arm bands on and splashing around the baby pool as you will see in the video."

Charles closed his eyes smiling with happiness as Molly continued.

"He is happy and outgoing, but is also a little sensitive at times," Molly explained "On the rare times he does something wrong, it's like he knows straight away, and the bottom lip goes, then the tears start, and he keeps saying he's sorry. It's practically impossible to tell him off. You always know when he's ill, or something is annoying him because he will cling to you and be scared to leave you. Like today."

Charles nodded his head "I suppose after what happened the other night?"

"Exactly," Molly replied "And he's had a lot of recent changes to get used to, Bryce leaving, Dan moving out. Dan and Jac just got engaged and have bought their own house," Molly explained "So Dan has moved out to start refurbishing it which has confused him a bit and he is just a bit clingy, to bring him to see you at the moment it might confuse him even more."

"No, as much as I want to meet him and have one of these cuddles you mentioned, the last thing I want to do is confuse him, I want it to be memorable for him too."

Molly smiled and nodded her head "How about we give it a few weeks, give you a chance to heal more and get settled into Headley. I may have finally gotten rid of the black eye by then!"

"Sounds perfect, gives me something to aim for," Charles smiled

"Exactly."

"Just promise you'll stay in touch until then, even if it's only by text message?" Charles asked.

"Off course I will," Molly smiled as she stood up "I better go and get Sam. I'm glad I came."

"So am I," Charles smiled "Before you go can you pass me my tablet please it's in the drawer and should be fully charged, I have photos and videos to watch."

Molly smiled as she went to the drawer and lifted it out. "Here you go," she said as she handed it to him.

"Thanks," Charles said as he set it bedside him on the bed. He scratched the back of his neck unsure of how Molly was going to react to what he was about to do. "Molly was there an envelope in that drawer?"

"I'm not sure, hang on," Molly said as she returned to the drawer and opened it. She found it at the back. "yeah, why do you need it?"

"It's for you," Charles replied feeling his face go red. "Please don't open it now, wait until you get home."

"Why, what's in it?" Molly asked quickly scared that he really was going to file for custody and her worst fears had been confirmed.

"Please just open it when you get home," Charles replied embarrassed.

Molly ignored him and ripped open the envelope. There was no fancy legal letter instead she found a small rectangular piece of paper that looked suspiciously like a cheque.

"Damn it!" Charles muttered under his breath

Molly stared at the cheque, made out in her name and when she saw the amount, she was speechless.

"You were supposed to wait."

"Patience is not one of my virtues," Molly stammered "What the hell is it?"

"Child benefit?" Charles asked scared to look at her "I know I'm supposed to pay you child support, in fact I owe three years' worth, and I have no idea how much I owe… if you need any more…"

"I don't know either but Charles this is a lot of money!"

"I just want to help, use it to pay off any bills you have or put it in a savings account for Sam. Or go away for a few days, please Molly take it."

"I don't want it."

"Molly please, let me help," Charles said almost pleading with her "Spoil yourself or Sam. If you don't take it then I'll have to spend that amount on him if I ever get out of this place and it might be on things you wouldn't approve of!"

Molly frowned "It just feels strange, like I'm asking for charity or I don't know, taking a hand-out?"

"You're not, I want to provide for my son too, we can sort something more permanent when I get to Headley."

"I suppose I could get Sam new trainers," Molly thought "and open a savings account for him."

"Excellent."

"I really have to go," Molly said as she grabbed her coat, feeling embarrassed at the cheque he had given her. She had to get used to sharing Sam with him and that meant financial help. "Thank you so much for this."

"You're welcome," Charles smiled "But your present was much better." Charles said as he waved his envelope with the memory card in it. "Don't forget to stay in touch, you did promise?"

"I will", she smiled and gave him a wave as she left the room.

So they have finally cleared the air, and Charles and Sam will meet very soon!

Thank you for reading!