I was never good at memorizing. I did great on tests, but only because I had studied weeks, if not months, before the test was announced. I wanted to be a doctor, but because of my weak memory, I never thought I could really make it. "Lacey? You wanted to see me?" My anatomy professor, Dr. Adam Weiss, asked. Everybody else had left, and it was just the two of us. He was handsome and young - twenty nine years old. He had m...