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No, asshole. Your son needs a specialist.
I sigh, knowing that I have to be patient or he’ll fire me, and Travis will be left to the ignorance of this fucker. “Do you have any pictures of his parents? Any footage of you and your family celebrating the holidays?”
He sighs. “No. We lost a lot in a fire.”
He’s lying, but I’m not going to confront him. So, I rub my chin as if trying to come up with a fresh idea. I toss up my hands, pretending to give up, and then say, “You should think about bringing a neurologist to assess him. If I know what I’m working with, I can help him recover faster.”
“Including his memory?” His demeanor changes. It’s like I finally showed him the light and gave him hope.
“Possibly.” I don’t say yes because that’d be a lie. Amnesia is tricky, and I’ve never dealt with it myself. The only person who can give him the right answer is a neurologist, and he’ll probably say something like, “With time, we’ll see if he’ll remember something.”
“How do we find a neurologist?” He uses a demanding tone that’s making my fist itch.
Instead of telling him to calm the fuck down, I take that as the enthusiasm of a father who wants to recover his long-lost son and not… Is there any other reason?
Stop overthinking his relationship with his son. Am I projecting my own issues with my father? If that was the case, he wouldn’t want me to remember shit—unless I had important information he needed.
I glance at Ricardo Zamudio once more before saying, “Let me take care of that. I’ll fly in the best specialist within the next couple of weeks.”
ChapterSixteen
Hi,baby,
Happy twenty-fourth birthday, Ladybug!
How are you celebrating?
You are indeed doing something to commemorate this day, aren’t you?
If not, I have a few things in store for you. You might wonder, how did he know he wouldn’t be with me on my twenty-fourth?
Well, I didn’t. As you know, I organize something every year to make it the best day ever. If I’m lucky, I’m still around and will make things happen. If not… well, here we are. I’ll make sure this one is the best and hope the next ones are just as wonderful.
How does it feel to be twenty-four?
So, I’m guessing we didn’t have a big wedding, huh?
Well, at least we got married and were happy for a few years. I’m glad you agreed to marry me that day. I consider it the best birthday present ever. We’re still going to spend an eternity together, don’t worry about that part. Though… I want you to start thinking about moving on, dating, and falling in love all over again.
They say humans fall in love three times in their lifetime—google it if you don’t believe me. You’ve only been in love once, there are two more coming up. I’m sure you’re thinking I’m out of my fucking mind, and I should stop saying stupid shit. But hear me out, I don’t want you to be alone.
You have so much love inside you, make sure you spread it. Also, I’m not saying go out and fall in love now, just be open to the possibilities.
Now let’s go back to the big day. I planned this after your twenty-third birthday, and I hope you love it.
The present might be the best one I’ve given you. Go pick it up. The address and keys are in the envelope that says studio. There’s a letter inside with more about this. It’s fucking sad to know that I’m not going to see your face when you see what I got you—or that you can’t outdo me this time.
Love you forever,
Archer
PS Have the most wonderful birthday and a great life, my love.
ChapterSeventeen
Piper
September 18th
