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I walked over to the closet and opened it, staring at the rows of clothes that hung on the racks. Closing the doors, I stepped into the bathroom and looked around.
“I’m really tired. I think I need to take a nap.” I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Something is bothering me.” I looked up at Conner.
“What’s wrong?” He knelt before me.
“You’re not sleeping in this bed tonight, right?”
“No. I’ll sleep in the guest room. I don’t want to make you feel any more uncomfortable than you already are. Get some rest,” he said as he stood up.
Before he could walk away, I grabbed hold of his wrist. With a slight turn of his head, his eyes met mine.
“I can’t explain it. A part of me knows I can trust you, but the other part doesn’t know why.”
He sat beside me and pointed to my hand. “Can I?”
“Sure.” I turned my hand over, and he placed his hand in mine.
“I’m a very trustworthy guy. I mean, look at this face.” The corners of his mouth curved upward, and I laughed. “Who wouldn’t trust me? Seriously, Charlotte. Our love for each other is immeasurable, and I think deep down in your soul, you feel it, but your brain won’t register it.”
“That must make you feel like shit,” I said.
“It does. I won’t lie.”
“I’m sorry.” I lowered my head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this was your fault. Get some rest. I’ll bring your phone up and set it on your nightstand. The family is getting together later down at the beach for a bonfire in your honor. I know they’re all dying to see you. If you don’t feel up to it or think it’s too much too soon, you can see them another time.”
“We’ll see how I feel after my nap.”
“Okay.” He leaned over and pressed his lips against the side of my head. “I’m not going to apologize for doing that,” he said as he got up and left the room.
I pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed that was unfamiliar to me. Pulling the sheet over me, I gripped the edge as I lay there, closed my eyes, and begged for any memory to return—just one memory.
CHAPTER18
Conner
I was in the kitchen when the sliding door opened, and Christian walked in.
“Hey.” He walked over and hugged me. “How’s Charlotte?”
“She’s sleeping right now.”
“Did anything trigger a memory when you brought her home?”
“No.” I sighed.
“Is she coming down to the beach?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I mentioned it to her, and she said she’ll see how she feels when she wakes up.”
“It’s going to take time, bro.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.
“I know. If ever my patience were tested, it’s now.”
“I’ll see you down at the beach.” He squeezed my shoulder.
“I’m going to check on her before I head down there.”
