Chapter One Hundred and Fiftieth
Amy
 
     The weather was rainy; Amy sat worriedly next to Martin in the back seat and glanced at Beatrice, who was driving, and then at the road until she heard Martin's groan and said, "Hold on, we're going to my friend's clinic. Try to stay awake."
   Beatrice looked at Martin through the front mirror and said, "You saved my life; I won't let you die."
   Martin laughed and winced in pain, saying, "Don't worry about that tape recorder, Robert took it. And don't worry about this recording I just made, only my family will hear it."
   "I'm glad my son is helping you; Robert doesn't know that Beatrice, I mean Evelin, is his mother."
   Martin looked at her in surprise and said, "I didn't know either! So your son married my daughter."
   "That's right; are you upset?"
   "I'm happy, Beatrice."
   Finally, they reached the clinic; thanks to Amy, everything was prepared, but Martin had to undergo surgery; Amy was very worried.
   When Martin regained consciousness, Amy was beside him; she said, "I'm glad you survived; you were dying! Don't worry about anything; you're safe."
   "So you saved me?"
   "I had to help."
   "Where are the Will and Anna?"
   "They're right here waiting for you, but you need to rest; you lost a lot of blood."
     A few days later, Amy stood silently in the rain beside Scott Collins' grave while Martin stood next to her.
   Martin broke the silence and said, "The ceremony ended a few hours ago."
   Amy said, "I feel devastated, lonely. I'm sorry for his death, for the one-sided feelings he had."
   "I'm getting angry; one-sided feelings?!"
   Amy said, "I'm sorry for trusting him to deliver those letters to you, the same letters you left by my bed." Then she turned to Martin and said, "Forgive me." Without waiting, she walked away, but before she had gone a few steps, Martin shouted, "I want to be with you again."

The End