Miranda was trying really hard to accept everything that Thomas was telling him about what had happened to her.  She couldn't understand why they were bent on protecting her for the visuals of her accident because she thought she lived through them she could handle the details.  But of course she had two over protected guys that wanted her to be protected.  She really hated the fact that all she could remember all the times that Brettly was a jerk and Thomas was so sweet to her.  She knew deep down she loved Brettly she just wished she could remember it.<br/><br/>Miranda was writing in the journal while Thomas was talking to her so she could remember everything that had happened.  She was kind of sad about the fact, but she knew that things happened and these were way in the past.  "Did he blame me for the miscarriages?  Is that why I was depressed, or did I believe it was my fault?"<br/><br/>Miranda could not help but notice the look on Thomas's face as he told her about spending time with her.  Miranda moved the tray off her lap and set it off to the side and moved over to where Thomas was sitting and she looked into his eyes and sighed, "Why do you always let Brettly win?"  She asked then moved Thomas's tray from his lap and moved herself so she was sitting in his lap and placed her arms around him.  "You have always been the one who cared for me, why couldn't I have been married to you then I wouldn't only remember bad things all the time."  Miranda forgot herself at the moment and kissed him.