Page 86 of Amnesty

Fear stabbed me in the gut. “So if she keeps remembering?”

“I can’t really speculate.” Dr. Kline put me off.

I levelled her with a flat stare, cooling my eyes to a shade of ice. “Level with me,” I demanded.

The doctor swallowed thickly. I saw the intimidation in her eyes. I didn’t even feel bad for it. I wanted her to be intimidated. I wanted answers. “It could have a negative impact.”

“How negative?” I barked.

She drew up. I thought she might argue, but I narrowed my eyes. “Trying to guess what the mind will do in these situations, Mr. Donovan, is like playing the lottery. I don’t know.”

I cussed, running a hand through my hair roughly.

She watched me. Whatever she saw made her soften. “Eddie.” She relented. “I know you’re very worried about Amnesia.”

“Of course I am. I love her.”

“I see that,” she observed. “While I still think you two are very dependent on each other, I do see the love between you. The love itself is healthy.”

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. She was trying to head shrink me.

“I’ll level with you about Amnesia because I don’t feel it’s a breach of confidentiality. You’re practically family.”

I made a rude sound. “Sheismy family.”

Dr. Kline nodded. “Amnesia has had six months of stability. Six months of care, love, and therapy from those around her. The memory loss aided a great deal in helping her heal, helping her learn about people in a way she probably wasn’t able to before. She’s in a much better place than Sadie. While I can’t say for sure, I believe Amnesia will be able to live a normal life.”

“And Sadie?” I pressed.

“It’s too soon to say.”

I was silent, digesting the words, and she used it as an escape. “Excuse me. I have other patients.”

I let her go, knowing I got more information out of her than she wanted to give. It wasn’t much, but it was hopeful. At least for Am.

Inside the room, Sadie was sitting in the center of the bed, dressed in a hospital gown and the black Loch Gen hoodie I gave her the day I found her on the island. A strong sense of déjà vu came over me as I recalled what it was like when I first started coming to see Am after she woke. The two really were very similar in looks.

Clearly, the psycho had a type.

And, uh, maybe I did, too.

“Eddie!” Her face brightened, and I smiled.

“How ya doing today, Sadie?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

I pulled a chair up beside her bed and dropped into in. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay. I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Not liking the hospital food?” I joked.

“Oh, no, it’s fine.” She promised, not realizing I was teasing. “It’s just not home.”

My stomach clenched. Her home wasn’t hers anymore. After her parents died, the house sat empty until it was auctioned off by the bank. “Are you talking about your parents’ house?” I asked carefully.

“No,” she said.

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