Page 11 of Help Me Remember
“You did great.”
He looks down at his shoes before meeting my eyes. “He was my best friend.”
Spencer and Isaac were the closest of the group. Spencer grew up with the worst parents in the world and was always at our house. The two of them did everything together, and more often than not if you could find one, you found the other.
“I know.” My voice is low.
“I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do without him. Addison and El—I just . . .”
I catch the slip and look him dead in the eyes. “Who is Elodie?”
Spencer shifts and then rests his elbows on his knees. “What has you asking that?”
Other than the fact that he so clearly doesn’t want me to ask?
“I heard Addison mention the name, but I don’t know who she is.”
“Who do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. I have a million possibilities. A new friend. A coworker. The girl who cuts my hair. But it was how she said it. The way she was concerned and Jenna was with her . . . I don’t know.”
“I’m not sure how much to tell you,” Spencer says honestly.
“Is she any of those things I just named?” I ask.
“No.”
Okay. “Is she my brother’s mistress?”
Spencer snorts. “As if Isaac could ever look at another woman. No, but she is a part of his life. Or was . . .”
“Considering the time gap I have, I can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s my daughter? Am I married and have a kid?”
Spencer shakes his head. “She’s not your daughter.”
I release a heavy sigh. “Oh, thank God. Then . . . is she Isaac and Addy’s?”
I can see the confliction in his eyes. “She is.”
“Thank you,” I say quickly. “Thank you for not lying to me.”
“I will never lie to you, Brielle. Never.”
I wish then he would tell me everything. “But you won’t tell me anything else, will you?”
“If I could—”
“Yeah,” I finish.
My only hope is that something will trigger my memory to return. I’ll see someone or hear a voice that will cause the floodgates to open. Who knows, maybe it will happen when I see Isaac.
Of course, no details from anyone.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah?”
“If you couldn’t remember the last three years of your life, what would you do?”
