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Accepting the knowledge that I wasn’t going to be a dad, that she and Brandon were having a baby, was incapacitating.
“I don’t know what else to say to make you believe me, but we’re a product of twisted memories,” she said resolutely. “Nothing more.”
“I’ve heard you,” I said, the words scraping up my throat as I focused on her again. “I’ve heard you and I’ve seen the truth written all over you. But it doesn’t change that when all those memories slam back into me, they feel more real than anything has in my life.”
Sadness swirled in her gray eyes as she took a step to close some of the distance between us. “What if it isn’t me?”
My eyebrows drew close as I studied her.
“Have you considered that these memories might feel so real to you because they happened with someone else?” When I just continued watching her, her voice dropped to a whisper when she said, “Scarlet.”
“Scarlet isn’t pregnant,” I informed her as if that alone was all the proof I needed that it wasn’t her.
But the way my heartbeat kicked up at just the mention of her was immediate. The pain and guilt that had sliced through my chest each time Harper had said her name during our conversation were impossible to ignore. The way my entire body twitched with the urge to find her, to see her, to apologize was something even Harper noticed.
And I still hated Scarlet for it—as unfounded and inane as that hatred was.
“But you’d just found out I was pregnant not long before your accident,” Harper informed me. “And you’d been with Brandon right before it happened. Dreams often pull from what’s been in our life recently. What if it twisted all of that with your life with Scarlet?”
My head had been shaking but stopped when my memories clashed with her implications.
My eyes narrowed on her when I asked, “Now you’re saying I was in some fucked-up love triangle with the girl who’s supposedly my fiancée?”
“Isyour fiancée,” she corrected firmly. “And I didn’t say that. I’m just trying to help you figure it out.”
“I don’t want you to help me figure it out,” I said through clenched teeth. “I want my life back.”
But as soon as the words left me, I realized the girl in front of me wasn’t the one I’d been picturing as I’d said it.
And it rocked me.
Made the floor beneath me feel unsteady.
And I hated that I couldn’t know if it was real or because of how things had been between Scarlet and me this week or because of what Harper was saying.
Shaking my head, I moved for the door. “I shouldn’t have come tonight.”
“Chase, you’ll figure it out,” Harper said as I gripped the handle and flung the door open with her directly behind me—
And felt her small body slam into mine when I saw the guy waiting directly across the hall.
Arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wall. Face impassive.
But from the way his jaw ticked every few seconds, I knew his anger was simmering just beneath the surface.
“You had to know this was coming,” Harper whispered to me as she pushed around me and headed for Brandon. “We were just talking.”
“I could hear,” he muttered, never taking his eyes off me.
“Great,” I murmured and took a step into the hall. “Guess we’re done here then.”
But I’d just started turning away when he grabbed my bad shoulder and slammed me back against the doorframe, forcing a hissed curse from me.
“Brandon,” Harper snapped in blatant shock. “He’s recovering!”
Brandon’s hand tightened on my shoulder. “I know.”
I clenched my teeth and tried to breathe through the pain because I knew I’d pushed him to this, even though I hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
