Page 48 of Help Me Remember
I lift my gaze to Emmett. “The ring was in my office.”
“What?”
Addison clears her throat. “No, it was in the kitchen.”
I shake my head. “I remembered it. I had it on at work. It’s a blip of a memory, but I put it in my desk. The bottom right drawer.”
“When was that?” Spencer asks.
“I have no idea. I just . . . I remembered it.”
Emmett looks to Spencer. “Maybe she kept it there, and that’s what someone was looking for?”
“Why would she leave it at work overnight?” Spencer asks. “It’s more likely she kept it at home.”
“Or someone knew that,” Emmett says pointedly. “It could be connected to another event.”
“What other event?” I ask.
Emmett groans before answering. “Your office was ransacked. We are trying to get a list of what is missing, but since you didn’t have an assistant or anything, it is hard to tell.”
I gasp. My office was ransacked, and no one told me. I turn to Spencer. “You knew this?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“I’m not supposed to talk to you about anything that’s happened in or related to anything that’s happened in the last three years. Also, I didn’t want to upset you or get you worried.”
I scoff. “Yes, and finding out like this is so much better.”
Emmett places his hand on my arm. “We are looking into it, but it could be what they were initially looking for. Spencer, you were there the day before that, did anything seem out of the ordinary?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
Great. Nothing to worry about other than my office being trashed, a ring that they may have wanted, and a mystery fiancé I may or may not have. All of this is making me sick to my stomach. If the person who gave me the ring wanted it back so badly, who is to say they didn’t check my apartment too.
“If someone was in my office, do you think they were in here too? What if they went through my things? Who had access?”
“We were all in here, Brie,” Spencer finishes. “We had to come in before you got home to put the security stuff in place.”
“Do you think whoever tossed my office was too?”
“It’s possible, but if anyone else found that ring, they’d probably take it, not put it in your kitchen,” Spencer says before turning to Emmett. “What do you think?”
Emmett shrugs. “It’s definitely notimpossible. Considering nothing was destroyed here, I doubt it. If she’s with some guy, he may have a key and was here before we showed up. He couldn’t have gotten in after because we changed the locks and there’s been surveillance. But why go through all the trouble of coming over here and getting the ring, only to hide it in a drawer? Why wouldn’t the person take it when they left? If the ring was in her office, then he wouldn’t come here. Honestly, it would help if we knew when her memory was.”
“Considering we have no idea who she’s engaged to or when he proposed, it’s impossible to nail down,” Spencer adds.
They continue to volley different scenarios, and I tune them out.
My head is spinning. Why would my would-be fiancé hide the ring? Did he not want me to know about him? It would make sense because no one can tell me anything. So, if he heard about my condition, then he knows I don’t remember him. Since I wasn’t wearing it, that suggests either I didn’t say yes or maybe we decided to wait to tell people. Both options make sense.
God, all of this is so confusing.
“Brie?”
“Yeah?” I turn to Addy.
