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Leaping out of bed, I grab my phone to call my therapist’s emergency number, but pause. It’s five in the morning. And this isn’t the type of emergency she was referring to.
After deciding to call her office at a more reasonable hour, I contemplate going for a slow jog. But considering everything about this place is foreign to me, I think better of it, and instead pull the sheet up again, attempting some more much-needed sleep.
When I wake sometime later, I can hear Pippa buzzing around. She's talking on the phone, a million miles an hour, while cooking something on the stove.
“Can you get Masters and Jacobs? I need them at the stadium by ten… No, Hernandez is resting this morning… Yes, I know that. It’s not my call.”
I walk toward the kitchen and find her hunched over with her fingers massaging her temples.
“I know what she said, but it’s not happening,” she grates out, before noticing me in the doorway. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she nods my way. “Tell them they can have Hastings. He doesn’t have any plans today.”
With that she hangs up while I gape.
“What?” she asks, biting back a smile.
“He’s going to hate you for that.”
“He already does.” She shrugs. “And I did it to make sure he left you alone.”
I huff out a laugh as a smile pulls at my lips. “As much as I appreciate that, I need to talk to him.”
Now it’s her turn to gape. “Didn’t you basically tell him to fuck off last night?”
“I did.”
“But now you want to talk to him?” She shakes her head as she goes about finishing her breakfast.
“I remembered more,” I tell her, because I’m now almost certain my dream last night was real. And I think Jesse is my answer.
Pippa drops the spatula she’s holding into the sink and spins around, her eyes widening almost comically. “What?”
“Last night, I had a dream. But when I woke, it felt real, and then Jade spoke to me. I don’t think it was a dream, Pip. I think it was a memory.”
Pippa stares at me like I’m talking in riddles, her eyes wide, unblinking.
“Okay, enough of that,” I say, waving my hand in front of her face. “You’re freaking me out.”
“Sorry.” She snaps out of it. “I was processing. When you say ‘Jade spoke to you’?” She says the last part hesitantly as though she’s genuinely worried about me.
“I mean that I had a vivid memory of something she said that day.”
“Okay.” She physically relaxes. “So not like a ghost-of-best-friends past situation.”
“No.” I laugh. “Not like that.”
“I’m guessing you think that if Jesse tells you what happened, it will help you remember?”
“I do.” Although I planned to talk to him anyway.
“Are you sure he’s even going to talk?”
“He has to. If I ask directly, he can’t continue to remain silent.”Can he?
Pippa drops onto a kitchen stool and frowns. “I don’t know about this. It doesn’t seem very scientific. You lost your memory because of a head trauma, it’s been years, and—”
“I’m going to call Gretchen,” I interrupt, talking about my therapist. “She’s told me over and over that it’s possible I still have the memories, I just can’t access them. I never believed her because they just weren’t there. Nothing was. Even the hypnosis didn’t work. Now I’m wondering…”If Jesse can help.I trail off thinking about the possibilities. How incredibly freeing it will be to finally know the truth. No, not to know it, torememberit.
“She also told you it’s possible they’re gone, right?”
