Everything They Didn't Tell

By Marcaila Edwards

Medical doctor, Rachel King had lost her best friend, Robyn, 3 years ago in a car crash. Still devastated to date, over the loss of her best friend, Rachel still hasn't accepted that she is really gone, especially knowing that her body wasn't found at the scene of the accident after her car had plunged over the cliff.

This patient then turns up at Rachel's hospital. She looks exactly like Robyn, the very close friend whom she has lost three years ago, but–– something just doesn't add up. And this patient had suffered a memory loss some time ago.

Could this patient really be Robyn, her best friend?

But what if she's really not Robyn?

Interesting debut novel from a talented young author, Marcaila Edwards.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Edwards
• Release date: May 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386179689

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This book is dedicated to my parents, Mark Edwards and Sandra Knight-Edwards. Thank you for your never ending  support. You are the best parents one could ask for.

To my dear cousin, more like sister, Xaundrea. Thank you for giving me the experience of a real friendship.  Thanks for being the best and dearest friend throughout my lifetime.  It is through your love and friendship experience that I've learnt to paint the vivid image of friendship between the characters in this book.  Our friendship is one that cannot be bought, broken, copied or replaced; it comes straight from the heart.

With Love,

-Marcaila.

All places, names and ideas are from the author’s imaginations.  Similar names, places or ideas are strictly coincidental.

-Marcaila Edwards

Prologue

After a long shift at work, I drag myself to the parking lot and hurriedly get home because all I want to do is head straight to bed. Again, I drag my tired limbs up the staircase of my city-view apartment; I open the door, quickly going inside without hesitation. It's the wee hours of the morning. The moment I get in, I lock the door behind me and crash unto the chair.  And now sleep abducts.

I get up, after three hours of rest; I make a cup of coffee, then turn to the answering machine, as I am sure there had been a million messages on there.

– Hey Rachel, its Dr. Manning. I was wondering if you could give me a helping hand on my Heart Transplant tomorrow? Just call me as soon as you get this message.

– Rach, it's mom. I’m just calling to find out if you’re taking care of yourself. I know you’re busy with that hospital and all, but remember you can’t be looking about other people’s health and not yours.  Anyways, I love you, cupcake, Talk to you soon. Oh, and before I forget, your dad said, Hi.

I love you too, mom, I say out loud as if she could hear me.

–Rach, it's mom again. You need to call me now; it’s really urgent. My body stiffens and my heart pounds; my mother sounds as if she was crying. I proceed to the next message.

– Rachel, its Mrs. Black here. Just call us, please.  Now, I am even more concerned as my best friend’s mother is never usually depressed.

I rush for my bag, pulling my phone out to call my mom.

Mom, I got your messages, is everything okay?

Oh Dear, I heard her sobbing on the other end of the line,  "I’m so sorry–  I wish I could say everything is okay.  I have some really bad news; I think you should sit."

I turned the lights on and push my hair over my shoulders.

Go ahead, mom.  I wait for the words to spill off her lips.

Say it, momma, just say it.

"Rach, Robyn –" she starts to speak but pauses suddenly.

What’s wrong with Robyn, mom! I clamour.

Sweetie, Robyn met an accident, she says timely and softly.

"Well– is she okay?" 

"The cops only found the car, Rach; they– can’t find her."

Now my body is as stiff as a board, my limbs numb and unable to move. My mouth desperately begs my brain for words but none would come.  All I can do is process the words mother had just said to me.  My thoughts are blank. The last thing I remember is being in an unrecognizable part of my apartment. I try calling for David, but it is too late. My head comes in contact with the mahogany floor and darkness consumes me.

***

Rachel Can you hear me? If you can hear me please squeeze my hands. I hear this stern and low masculine voice.  Obediently, I squeeze his hands.  Then, everything starts coming back to me.  It is David, my fiancé.

I force open my eyes to take a look at his olive skin tone, which seems never to change, his curly moist brown hair, which always looks unruly, perfectly matching with his hazel brown eyes and his tall stature.

Everything is going to be okay, Rach; I’ll make sure of it, he whispers in my ears.

Ro... Robyn... I barely muttered.

Shh.... It’s Okay, I know. He says, trying to soothe me.

He seems to be taking the news pretty well, although I know under all that tough shell, he is feeling pain.  He, Robyn and I are inseparable. People call us 'The Three Musketeers'.

Nurse, hang one more IV and get a head CT STAT! We need to check for any head injuries, she did hit her head really bad, he shouts, his voice echoing across the modern architecture hospital room.

I lie here on the gurney, experiencing how it feels to be on the other side, you know, being the patient, not the doctor.  All I can think about was the fact that my best friend, almost like a sister to me, is gone.

I'm brought out of my daze by a soft, tender hug. I knew that touch from anywhere – it's my mom.  I bury my head in her arms while letting the warm tears flow down my cheeks.

My brain decides to torture me even more by flashing images of Robyn and I together and replaying our conversations that are cached in the back of my mind.  Suddenly, my most fond memory of her comes to me.

"Rach, make me a promise," Robyn says, at our high school graduation.

Sure. What is it? I enquire, waiting patiently for her next words.

"Promise me that even if the world is