“Right,” I said, her words making me feel guilty for having withheld something else from her, and I quickly changed the subject by continuing with, “Want to join us at the house for dinner?”

“I’d love to. I’ll grab a shower at the motel first. But you don’t think Maya will mind?”

“Not at all,” I said, hoping I was right but not caring if I wasn’t. “Can you drop me off at the Cliff’s Head? Her shift will be over soon, so I’ll catch a ride home with her. Come to the house in an hour or so? If you get there before us, there’s a spare key under the flowerpot on the left side of the door.”

Lily grinned. “Some things never change.”

When I walked into the Cliff’s Head, Maya stood behind the host’s desk, her face lighting up as soon as she saw me. “Hey, perfect timing. I’m almost done here and...” She frowned. “What’s wrong? Did something happen with Lily?”

“Can we talk somewhere private?” I said, and after she’d led me to a small room at the back and closed the door behind us, I decided to be as direct as possible so I could gauge her immediate reaction. “Why are you buying drugs from Dave Decato?” I said, her startled face confirming Fiona’s suspicions. “What the hell are you doing? What are you taking?”

“Nothing,” she said, sticking out her chin. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is. What’s going on?”

I watched her resolve falter. She glanced at the door before whispering, “Weed, okay?”

“But you can get it legally—”

“His stuff is way better.”

“But why are you smoking—”

She threw her hands in the air. “Because your being back here has stressed me out. I’m so worried I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. Or you’ll never get your memory back... Or I won’t be able to support us financially and we’ll have to sell the house. It’s a lot of pressure, Ash. I...I guess I needed something to help me relax.”

“Jesus, Maya.”

“It’s no big deal—”

“Not the weed. The fact I put you in this situation.” I ran my hands over my face, shook my head. “Who the hell do I think I am, striding in here, being such a sanctimonious shit?”

“You’re not, and it’s okay. I only got a little bit but please don’t tell anyone. Especially not Lily. I want us to be friends and can’t bear her thinking badly of me.”

“I know what you mean,” I said, sitting down on one of the chairs, gesturing for her to do the same. “I haven’t told her yet, but I remembered something about the night I got hurt.”

“What? Are you sure?”