My Heart is Yours by Amanda Morey Page B

way too smart not to
Sam.”
    She laughed. “Why thank you, Jason.” She kissed him
on the cheek.
    He slipped his arm around her waist. “You’re
welcome. And you will go to college someday. I promise.”
    “I’m going to hold you to that.” She cocked her head
to the side.
    He smiled, then leaned down and kissed her.

     
    “L ook, I told you to
stop calling.” Craig said as he slammed the phone down on the
receiver.
    “Who was that?” Sam asked as she walked into the
kitchen to make dinner.
    “Nobody. Don’t worry about it Sam.”
    “Old girlfriend?” She smirked.
    “Cute.” He said, messing up her hair. “Really, Sam,
don’t worry about it.”
    “Okay.” She shrugged.

    “She’s not here right now.” Sam heard Craig say as
she walked into the room. “By the way, how did you even know she
lived here?” His free hand was flailing about like the person on
the other end of the line could see him.
    Sam turned to him with narrowed eyes. The only she
living here was her, Sam.
    He sighed. “Yeah, Samantha Marie Ramsden."
    “Craig.” She said. “Who is that?”
    He waved her off. “Don’t worry.”
    “Craig, come on, if that’s for me, give me the
phone.” She reached out her hand.
    “No.” He swatted her hand away.
    “Give me the damn phone Craig.”
    “Hold on.” He said into the phone. “I don’t like
your tone of voice Samantha.”
    “Seriously Craig?” Sam cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not
sixteen anymore. Let me have the phone.”
    “Fine. Just let me-”
    “Give me the phone.”
    “Okay. Here. You’re not gonna like it.” He handed
the phone over to her reluctantly.
    “Hello?” She said and listened to the response on
the other end of the line.
    “Yes, this is Samantha Marie Ramsden.” Sam said.
    “Your last name before you were adopted was
Williamson?” The female voice on the other end of the phone asked.
She spoke in hushed tones.
    Sam froze in the middle of tucking a piece of hair
behind her ear. She barely remembered her last name before she was
adopted. What was this?
    “Yes. Why?” She asked cooly.
    “We’re calling from the prison your father is in.”
The woman answered like this was the most normal occurrence in the
world.
    Her heart froze this time. “What?” It had been
fifteen years.
    “The prison your father is in. Kevin Williamson.”
Now the woman sounded unsure.
    “Why?” Sam said slowly.
    “Your father is very ill right now. We don’t know if
he’s going to make it. He would like to speak with you.” The woman
answered in her hushed voice.
    “He’s not my father.” Sam spat out.
    “Excuse me?” The woman stuttered.
    “I said, he’s not my father.” Sam repeated
louder.
    “Well.” The person on the other end of the line
hesitated. There was a crackling of static in the background. “He
is your father and he’d like to speak with you.” They said
finally.
    “Is this even legal?” Sam asked.
    “Excuse me, miss?”
    “Seeking me out after adoption.”
    “Well, because of your unique circumstances it
wasn’t really a closed adoption.” Sam heard the static again.
    Then it hit her. “You’re not doing this through
official channels are you?”
    There was a small noise on the other line, like the
person began to say something but decided against it.
    “Like I said, no, I won’t speak to him. He’s not my
father. And I don’t want to speak with him. Ever.”
    Sam turned to slam the phone down on the receiver
but before she could heard a soft voice say, “I only wanted to help
a dying man speak to his daughter again.”
    “I’m not his daughter.” Sam said just as quietly and
hung up.
    She turned to look at Craig sitting at the kitchen
table. She pulled out a chair, sighed and sat down next to him.
    “I told you you wouldn’t like it.” He said.
    She finally tucked the piece of hair behind her ear;
the one that she had stopped tucking when she froze. “How long have
they been calling?”
    “A few months.” He looked