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“You don’t know what you like?” She furrowed her brows and leaned forward. “You don’t know your name? You don’t remember anything?”
Her phone rang inside her purse. She shoved her hand in and silenced it without taking her eyes off of me.
“I woke up this way,” I said, plainly.
“That’s not possible. How is that possible? It was the hammer. I did this. I made you forget everything.Ohmygosh.Ibroke you.”
“It’s not as dramatic as all of that.” I waved a hand.
“How could it not be? You don’t know who you are. That has to be terrifying. I can only imagine.”
I wasn’t sure why I’d decided to trust her. That’s not true. It was the unfiltered way she spoke to me, the pure joy and pleasure she’d exhibited while doing something so simple as licking pancake syrup.
She was exactly the person she presented herself to be.
And even if I could figure out what truths belonged in the gaping pit in my head where memories were supposed to reside, I was enjoying Morgan’s company.
“I’m fine,” I assured her. “Other than the fact that I’m embroiled in some sort of trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“I can’t remember.”
“I am so, so, sorry.”
“It was an accident, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then you’re forgiven.”
“That’s too easy. Even if you can somehow not hate me, I can’t forgive myself just like that. You’re my responsibility now, Tristan, and I have to make sure you’re really all right.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not. Where’s your wallet? That should tell us your name, where you live, then we can contact your wife or—”
“I’m not married.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the truth in them. I may not know who I was, but I felt certain I couldn’t love anyone enough to commit to a lifetime together.
A little line formed between Morgan’s brows. “How can you be so sure?”
“I just am.”
She narrowed her eyes, like seeing me less clearly could give her a better sense of my truthfulness. “Pull out your wallet. I want to see your license.”
“I don’t have a wallet.”
She held out her hand and performed the gimme gesture. “Everyone has a wallet.”
“Not me. I didn’t wake up with one.”
“Do you think…someone stole it?”
I hadn’t considered that. More aptly, I hadn’t had time to think through my situation that thoroughly yet. “It’s possible.”
“Maybe you were on crossing guard duty, and you got mugged, and that’s how you ended up wandering down the alleyway. You were looking for help. Except you wouldn’t need to wander if you used your phone to call for help.”
“I didn’t wake with a phone either.”
