Believing Her

“I need your help.”

Not words I’d anticipated to hear from my best friend's widow.
I’d known Samantha for years, hadn’t trusted her during any part of that time.
The gold digging b*tch.

But now she’s being transformed before my very eyes.
Almost five years’ worth of memories swirling around.
Disbelief. Uncertainty. Bewilderment.

And it’s damn irritating…

I pride myself on my ability to be a good judge of character.
After all, it’s a requirement in my line of work.
But Samantha’s called everything into question.

Can I believe her?
Can I trust my own memories?
Can I protect her son from being taken away from her?

That’s what she’s asking for…
My help to protect her son.
To protect them both.