Author's Note: Sorry that I've been slow lately. I've been struggling to find the writing inspiration. I hope people are still reading and enjoying. I definitely am still trucking along and I have a layout planned for where this story is going to go. It helps a lot to know people are enjoying what they read. Your responses really inspire me to keep going!

This chapter is with Mia and Letty. It's a bit of a lower mood than the last one since I imagine over time Letty would be getting more frustrated with her lack of memory.

Week Thirty-Three, Year One

It was a place just up the street. It looked like any other house on the block. In need of a fresh coat of paint. Fading under the California sun, front lawn browning in the summer heat.

She stood on the cracked sidewalk, hands tucked into her jean pockets. Tried to remember something, anything about it. Had she rode her bike up and down the drive? Run through the front door letting the screen slam shut behind her? Had she stood with Dom on the porch? Snuck in too late at night? She could have done any of those things, or none of them. She had no idea.

"It was… yellow when you lived here," Mia said from beside her. The house was a rust-color these days. "Your mom had this old, beat-up station wagon that you hated." She laughed. "But you kept it running for her."

Letty tried to picture the car sitting in the driveway. She couldn't.

"I don't remember."

"To be honest," Mia said. "You didn't spend a lot of time here. You came home to sleep and that was about it."

Letty couldn't say she was shocked by the revelation. She'd gone once, since coming back to LA, to visit her mom in rehab. Things had been awkward and it was obvious that it wasn't just because she couldn't remember the woman. If anything she thought that might have been a benefit to their relationship. At least given some of the stories Dom had shared with her.

"Well I must have, before I met you guys, right?" she asked.

"When your dad was still alive," Mia agreed. "You used to talk about him. He sounded like a great man."

"And after?" she wondered. "Where did I go?"

"Got in trouble." Mia laughed. "Of course. It's not like you weren't a little bit bad before you met Dom." She smirked. "You were into him for a reason."

Letty rolled her eyes. "I never imagined myself as an angel, Mi."

"Of course not. You know yourself."

"I guess." Letty smiled at her friend. "Did you ever get in trouble?"

"Not as much," Mia admitted. "But plenty. We used to get into trouble together, sometimes."

"I can definitely believe that."

They laughed, strolling around the side of the house slowly.

"Your bedroom was up there." Mia pointed out a window on the second floor.

"Not so easy to sneak out of," Letty commented.

"You didn't need to use the window." Her friend shrugged. "Your mom… she didn't really care, most of the time."

She sounded sorry when she said it, like she had to apologize for telling her the truth about her mother.

"It's okay, Mi. I know all about her and her issues."

"I know. But it makes me mad. She always made me so mad."

"Because you're a good friend," Letty told her.

Mia shrugged, shuffling her feet. "I haven't always been," she said. "I… said you were dead when… it wasn't you." She fell silent, trying to keep herself from crying. "I didn't even ask them to make sure. And I told Dom that you were dead."

"Hey." Letty laid her hand against her friend's shoulder. "It's not your fault, Mia. How was anyone supposed to think it was anyone other than me?"

"I should have known," Mia argued. "We've been friends for so long. We were practically sisters." She laughed softly. "I used to say you just had to marry Dom and make it official."

"Yeah right," Letty snorted in disbelief.

"No, I'm serious. It would have happened eventually."

"I guess it's hard to see that when I'm missing so much of the picture," she muttered.

Mia fell silent beside her for a long moment before letting out a little sigh. "That's… fair. You're still missing all your memories. You can't feel the same way." She smiled a little. "I want to help, Letty."

"You do. By telling me about things. About this place, or the store. The days we spent at the track watching your dad race. Hell, even telling me about my fuck-up of a mom." She let out a short laugh. "I can't remember it. Who knows if I ever will. I'm glad I have you and the others to fill in the blanks."

"Is it enough?" Mia asked her.

"It has to be," Letty sighed. "It is. Right now, it's enough. That and making new memories. I don't need to remember this house to get to know the neighborhood. I'm making new memories with all of you."

Mia smiled, reaching over to hug her close. "We're so lucky we have the opportunity to make those memories," she said. "We all thought we'd lost you."

"Not everyone gets a second chance at life," she agreed. But she couldn't help but be resentful of her old life. The one she couldn't remember.

Even the shitty parts of it. Like her mother, and this home she'd barely spent any time in. She could see the swing set in the back yard. Too new looking to have been there when she was young. But someone lived here now who had kids. Who cared enough to assemble the swings for them.

"It's weird," she finally said, glancing at Mia. "I lived down the street from you guys. We must have gone to the same school… but I didn't meet you till I was a teenager, at some street race."

Her friend grinned. "Well, not that weird. You were a grade ahead of me. You hated school and were always in trouble. And I was… er,"

"A perfect A Student?" Letty asked, smirking at her.

"Yeah, I guess so." The other woman sighed. "So our paths never crossed at school. And Dom was a few years ahead and so, so wrapped up in his own world and in himself." She pulled a face. "So it's little wonder he didn't notice you in the school halls. But once you met out on the street…" Mia laughed. "He was totally gone."

"Yeah right."

"No, seriously," Mia insisted. "I'd never seen him at like that over a girl. That…. Stupid." She snickered, a sort of fondness in her gaze. "I mean ten minutes after he met you and he's wrecking his car showing off. With Dom he was always so… cool you know? Very chill. You sort of messed with his cool."

Letty grinned at her. "Maybe I just saw past all that bullshit."

"Yeah," Mia agreed. "Yeah I think you did." She smiled, putting her arm around her as they walked back down to the sidewalk together. "I think my brother needed that. And that's why he's always needed you."

"He doesn't seem to put up such a front anymore."

"With you. Or me, no," Mia agreed. "He's even gotten closer to Brian. But he still totally shuts down when he's hurt. Just… blank. He doesn't handle that." She sighed. "It's less about showing off now… but there's still that idea that a man can't show emotion."

"I'm not sure that's ever gonna change, Mi," Letty said, walking back up the block with her.

"Probably not." Her friend nodded. "Which is why it's good that you're here. So at least he'll open up with someone."

Letty fell silent, wondering if that was really the case. It was true, Dom told her about their past, their history. It didn't seem like he'd kept anything from her. But she thought there was also something that he was holding back. He hadn't really said how hard it had been for him after he'd thought her dead. Oh, she'd heard enough from Mia and Brian and the others to more than understand how bad a place he'd been in. But it hadn't really come from Dom. Maybe he was afraid of making her feel guilty. Maybe she could have answered all of these things better if she remembered their shared history. But as it was, she was left floundering.

Realizing she'd been quiet for too long she shot Mia an apologetic look.

"You seem to be getting lost in your own thoughts a lot, lately," the woman commented. "You know I'm here to talk if you want."

"Thanks, Mi," she replied, nodding. "I know."

And she did know, honestly. But it was hard to take advantage of it when she didn't even know how to talk about what was on her mind. She couldn't even remember her own parents… her own childhood. Who was Leticia Ortiz?

It was clear that the woman at her side could probably answer that better than she could.