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Didn’t he care?
I went back up to the tower.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked.
“Yeah. Where’d you get a book?” I asked. I’d been preoccupied before but now that I was thinking about it, I couldn’t imagine Trevor had traveled with books while the world was dying. And if he had, he’d probably read it so many times he could have it memorized by now.
“There were a whole bunch of them in the office below us when we got here. We relocated them to the cabinet in the entertainment center. Check the side without the DVDs. You might like some of them. And without your memory, it’s all new again.”
“Yeah, thrilling. You’re such a silver lining kind of guy.”
Trevor frowned. “Are you going to be like this forever?”
“Like what?”
“Before you had that stupid fall you were optimistic, acclimating to our life. Things were good.”
I wrinkled my nose at that. “They were so good that we had a huge fight before the accident?”
A disturbing thought occurred to me. What if I hadn’t fallen at all? What if he’d pushed me? What if he’d tried to kill me during the fight? It would explain why he didn’t seem too upset about my memory loss.
Trevor slammed his book shut and stalked out of the suite, leaving me alone in the tower. I was hungry, but I was also exhausted, and I didn’t want to run into him again for a while, so I lay down on the bed for a nap.
I woke to find Trevor standing over me with a look I couldn’t quite translate into a coherent emotional state. Anticipatory maybe?
“I made you some dinner.”
“O-okay.” Had he poisoned it? Would this be his second murder attempt? He looked a bit too eager.
I followed him wearily down to the second floor to find that he’d picked wildflowers and lined the tables with them. Emergency candles were lit on the main table where the “king and queen” were supposed to sit.
“Cornish game hens?” I asked, looking at the small birds on the plates, surrounded by vegetables from a can. He must have been holding out on me with the frozen chicken nuggets.
“Actually, it’s a couple of the chickens. They were too small and fighting a lot, so I went ahead and slaughtered them.”
I shuddered. It must have been before today because when I’d been out by the kiddie rides, I hadn’t seen any smaller chickens running around.
He pulled out my chair for me and then disappeared into the kitchen. Music began to play over the sound system. It sounded like what you’d hear at a renaissance fair, but it was probably all that was available here. He returned a little while later with a bottle of wine. Where had that been stashed?
“The manager kept a few bottles in his office. We swore we wouldn’t open them except for special occasions.”
“And this is a special occasion?”
He shrugged. “Elodie, I don’t want to fight. I don’t know why this is so hard when you don’t even remember what we were fighting about.”
“Whatwerewe fighting about?”
“It’s not important.”
“No, I want to know. What were we fighting about?”
Trevor looked like he was scraping the bottom of the idea barrel for any convenient lie to feed me. “It’s not worth upsetting you.”
“Right, because why upset me when our life is so perfect and serene?”
He growled in frustration. “Fine. You asked for it. I got snipped because you kept miscarrying, and it was hurting you every time you lost a baby. So I got the snip so you wouldn’t have to keep going through that. We had a stupid argument about something not important that wound back around to that and how you thought I resented you or some other bullshit. As if we’d want a baby now in all this, anyway.”
I didn’t say anything. I just looked down at my plate and started eating.
