Nicholas Sparks: The Best of Me

Now, sitting on her porch as the late afternoon sun slanted through the trees, she closed her eyes and sent a silent message to him. She remembered his smile and the way his hand had felt in hers, she remembered the weekend they’d spent, and tomorrow, she’d remember it all once more. To forget him or anything about the weekend they’d shared would be a betrayal, and if there was anything Dawson deserved, it was loyalty — the same kind of loyalty he’d showed her in the long years they had spent apart. She’d loved him once and had loved him again, and nothing would ever change the way she felt. After all, Dawson had renewed her life in a way she’d never imagined possible.

Amanda put the lasagna into the oven to bake and was tossing a salad just as Annette returned home. Frank walked in a few minutes later. After giving Amanda a quick kiss, he caught up briefly with her before heading down the hall to change. Annette, chattering nonstop about the slumber party, added frosting to the cake.

Jared was next to arrive, with three friends in tow. After downing a glass of water, he went off to shower while his friends settled on the couch in the den to play video games.

Lynn pulled in half an hour later. To her surprise, Lynn was accompanied by two friends of her own. All of the young people instinctively migrated to the kitchen, Jared’s friends flirting with Lynn’s, asking what the girls were going to do later and hinting that they might be interested in coming along. Annette hugged Frank, who’d returned to the kitchen, begging him to take her to see some tween girls’ movie; Frank chugged his Diet Snapple, teasing her with promises of seeing something with guns and explosions instead, eliciting squeals of protest from Annette.

Amanda watched all of it as a casual observer might, a bemused smile lighting up her face. Getting the whole family together for dinner wasn’t exactly rare these days, but it wasn’t all that common, either. The fact that there were others here didn’t bother her in the slightest; it would make dinner a lively affair for all.

Pouring herself a glass of wine, she stole out onto the back porch, watching a pair of cardinals as they flitted from branch to branch.

“You coming?” Frank called out from the doorway behind her. “The natives are getting restless.”

“Go ahead and have them serve up,” she said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Do you want me to get you a plate?”

“That would be great,” she said, nodding. “Thank you. But make sure everyone gets theirs first.”

Frank turned from the doorway, and through the window she watched as he moved among the crowd into the dining room.

Behind her, the door opened again.

“Hey, Mom? Are you okay?”

The sound of Jared’s voice brought her back into the moment, and she turned.

“I’m fine,” she said.

After a beat, he stepped out onto the porch, closing the door gently behind him. “You sure?” he asked. “You look like something’s bothering you.”

“I’m just tired.” She managed a reassuring smile. “Where’s Lauren?”

“She’ll be here in a little while. She wanted to go home and shower.”

“Did she have fun?”

“I think so. She hit the ball, at least. She was pretty excited about that.”

Amanda looked up at him, tracing the line of his shoulders, his neck, the plane of his cheek, still able to see the way he’d looked as a little boy.

He hesitated. “Anyway… I wanted to ask you if you thought you could help me. You never really answered me the other night.” He kicked at a tiny scuff mark on the porch. “I want to send a letter to the family. Just to thank them, you know? If it wasn’t for the donor, I wouldn’t be here.”

Amanda lowered her eyes, remembering Jared’s question of the other night.

“It’s natural to want to find out who the donor of your heart was,” she finally said, choosing her words with care. “But there are good reasons why the process is supposed to remain anonymous.”

There was truth in what she said, even if it wasn’t the whole truth.

“Oh.” His shoulders slumped. “I thought that might be the case,” he said. “All they told me was that he was forty-two when he died. I just wanted… to find out more about what kind of person he was.”

I could tell you more, Amanda thought to herself. A lot more. She’d suspected the truth since Morgan Tanner had called, and she’d made some calls to confirm her suspicions. Dawson, she’d learned, had been taken off life support at CarolinaEast Regional Medical Center late Monday night. He’d been kept alive long after doctors knew he would never recover, because he was an organ donor.

Dawson, she knew, had saved Alan’s life — but in the end, he’d saved Jared’s as well. And for her that meant… everything. I gave you the best of me, he’d told her once, and with every beat of her son’s heart, she knew he’d done exactly that.

“How about a quick hug,” she said, “before we go inside?”

Jared rolled his eyes, but he opened his arms anyway. “I love you, Mom,” he mumbled, pulling her close.

Amanda closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm in his chest. “I love you, too.”