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Lost in my thoughts, I walked to the lake without my knowledge. I stand, watching the water ripple and distort the image of the trees in the mirror of the lake. When I turn around, I am met with a concerned gaze. Logan scans my body, as though looking for any signs of injuries. I take in his height and incredible form standing near the old tree, those extraordinary green eyes sparkling.
“I haven’t encountered any demons, Logan. They have a day off,” I joke.
His nostrils flare as he begins to stalk towards me. The erratic heartbeat in my chest tries to sprint towards him, but I stay put. A moment later, his lips capture mine, coaxing me to give him the taste he craves.
Logan’s passionate kiss makes my knees weak and breathing becomes impossible. His palms brush and stroke my skin, and I forget where we both are. Frenzied need grips me.
“Hold on.” Logan picks me up, and my legs wrap around his torso as I press my pelvis into him. Nothing matters right now, except for the closeness of our bodies and skin.
Leif's voice startles us. “Hey guys, I don’t want to interrupt, but you should go before the little ones decide to wake up. They might show us who the scariest twin pair in the house is. Your sisters are waiting in the car. I was sent to find you two.”
Breathless, we press our foreheads together, and I close eyes to regain control of my emotions. Opening them again, I lock with the tortured ones shimmering with a demanding need. Logan chuckles and kisses my neck. I tremble as delicious shivers run down my spine.
“I will push you into the lake to cool down if you don’t get yourself under control in two minutes!” Logan’s annoying brother still stands and waits for us to finish.
“Go away, Leif, or you will be the one swimming in the lake.” The guttural groan warns his brother with retribution if he doesn’t scamper and leave us for a moment of privacy.
We hear his chuckles moving further away. Logan takes my lips again, this time in a sweet and unhurried kiss.
“Are you ready?”
I nod my head as we both walk hand in hand to his car to drive to the clinic. Dr. Neil insisted on this group appointment, and I still wonder why. The foreboding feeling continues to churn in my guts.
My stomach fills with a sick feeling. On the way to the city, I get lost in the scenery as I try to relax. Shortly, the humming sound of the car lures me to sleep. Sensing I must preserve my strength, I don’t fight it.
Later on, Logan brushes my cheek with his hand, rousing me from the mindless nap. “We’re here.”
My heart starts to beat anxiously in my chest the moment I hear him say that. It’s time to face the music. Logan takes my hand, and with a reassuring squeeze, leads me in.
“Ms. Knight, recently, I reevaluated all the things brought to my attention. I believe that we might have misdiagnosed you from the beginning. You see, your episodes hint that there is something you are not willing to remember or avoid coming across. At first, we thought that your personality change has been because you had been locked up in the psychiatric hospital.”
The therapist is apparently wasting no time today, and the hair on my nape raises.
“I think that you constructed this new self to avoid going through a traumatic event.” She stops, letting me take in her observations as my mind starts racing.
“Cassandra, I know this is going to be difficult, but I need you try to remember that day for me, in as much detail you can, all right?” I nod apprehensively as she continues. “Tell me how you found
out about their deaths again?”
I look at her, trying to understand the angle of her new technique. “As I told you, two policemen came to tell me. Shortly after, I passed out.” I crease my eyebrows, not understanding why we’re here again.
“You see, there is a problem with your recollections of that unfortunate day. With the help of your sisters, I came across the information that reveals the truth.” My apparent confusion is written on my face, and I feel lost for words.
“After I spoke with Raine, I realized the extent of your issues. Cassandra, you told me that you were at home all day, reading a book, right?” I nod, trying to understand where is she leading me. “Can you tell me what the book was about?”
Closing my eyes, I try to go back to that beautiful fall Saturday morning. I see the view from my window and hear my family noisily playing downstairs. I hold the book in my hands. It starts to blur as anxiety begins to creep up on me.
“It’s ok, Cassandra, just breathe and try to remember. You are safe here.”
“I don’t understand how this has anything to do with what is happening to me.” Although, I do remember reading a novel in the morning, but before I can tell her that, a dark feeling creeps over me.
“I will explain later, I promise, but we must now concentrate on the details of your story first,” she insists.
I take deep, controlled breaths, trying to relax my anxious heart. That day comes to me like the distorted view of the lake, and the memory takes me back.
That morning, I woke up with my whole life intact. I see my little munchkin, begging to take him to the park to play. The sob catches in my chest as I see him so clearly, happy, his eyes trying to coax me to go with him.
I recall Nate delightfully playing with Sam and little Ethan in the park later that day, laughing and screaming at the top of their lungs. Next, I see the image of me pushing both of them on the swings as they sing to me, and of course, their cheeky performance.
