Page 85 of Remember Me
“I had . . . have no recollection.”
Finn arches his brows, his eyes widening. “What?”
“My doctors told me because of my head injury, I was suffering from PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”
A stunned Finn stays silent.
“Retrograde amnesia. I don’t know how the accident occurred. I’ve blanked it out. As well as the events leading up to it.”
“You seriously can’t remember anything?”
I shake my head. “No. Not a thing.”
While Finn ingests my words, I caress his cheek. “Maybe you can help me remember.”
He inhales a deep breath. On the exhale, with his penchant for details, my artist husband starts to tell me everything about that week. That day. That night.
I listen intently, with few interruptions. Filled with remorse, my heart sinks to my stomach while guilt ascends like a high-speed elevator.
It was one of the best days of Finn’s life. A turning point. He’d, at last, gotten an agent who appreciated his talent. Yes, Kayla, but nonetheless, someone who could turn his life around. Ecstatic, he wanted to celebrate with me. Especially since it was also coincidentally my birthday. He made reservations at our favorite restaurant. Even bought me something special to wear. A sexy red dress. But his plans went south... with our then nanny quitting on us and me having other plans. To break a major story.
“Did I tell you anything about the story?” I ask, hoping for a breakthrough.
“Nothing except that it was personal. Then you left in a hurry.”
My eyes blink several times, trying to remember. The futile attempt makes my head pound.
“What was I wearing?”
“You were all dolled up. In a tight little black dress I’d never seen before and stilettos. Your hair and makeup done to the nines.”
I remember him telling me this when we picnicked in Oak Glen. So not like me even if I was going to go to some kind of awards banquet or black tie event. My taste has always been and still is conservative.
My gaze stays on him. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Skye . . . ”
The unsettling tone of his voice unnerves me. My stomach knots and my tenor grows tentative. “Yes?”
“There’s one thing I didn’t mention that day at the apple farm.”
A short pause, one that feels like an eternity.
“You weren’t wearing your wedding band.”
What!? I never took it off. Even to wash my hands. My initial shock gives way to a curl of uncertainty. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Only your locket” He pauses again, his lips pinching. “Skye, I need to ask you something.”
Dread rising inside me, I silently nod.
“Were you having an affair?”
His hot, pointed words pierce me. My mind burning, I rub my forehead like I’m trying to put out a fire. I feverishly search for the truth, but for the life of me, I can’t remember that night. Or anything leading up to it. I have only one other place to search for an answer. My heart. Knowing the truth lies within in it, I clutch Finn’s waiting face.
“Finn, I’ve only loved you. There’s never been another man in my life. Not ever!” My voice is thick with tears. “Please, believe me.”
My watering eyes stay on his contemplative face as a wave of sorrow and remorse sweeps over me.