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What if I was kidnapped?
No one is thinking about the possibility because I haven’t told them, but what if I was kidnapped? I don’t know the face of mykidnapper, and they might see the missing alert and find me first.
Then I’ll be in danger, but I would be oblivious to it.
“Lily?”
I snap out of my thoughts. “Uhm, I don’t know. As much as I want to get my memory back, I’m scared. What if I look like someone else, and there’s someone out there looking for someone who looks like me?”
Logan looks confused.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a small smile. “I don’t want to be mistaken for someone else by a grieving parent who lost their daughter at a young age and sees some resemblance in me.
“Even if we find my loved ones, I’ll be thrust into another environment where I don’t know anyone. I’ll have to go through the same transition that happened with you and Madison, and I don’t think I can handle that. For now. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head and reaches out to touch my knee. The few seconds of contact provide warmth and comfort, and I feel a sliver of sadness when he removes his hand.
Have I come to depend on Logan Fraiser too much?
“It’s okay. I understand. However, if you want to do it, it’s fine. I’ll support you all the way.”
His support, the gentle words, and the genuineness behind them make me feel guilty for lying.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” I say, even as I see the signboard of the hospital Doctor Michael recommended us to.
“Okay?” Logan looks at me again. “What is it? You can take your time telling me. We’ll talk in the parking lot.”
Suddenly worried that he might see my fears as baseless, I lose the little courage that came with wanting to alleviate my guilt—wanting to be honest to this man who has been nothing but kind to me all the way.
When Logan parks the car, he turns to me.
“If you don’t want to say it now, there’s always later. Do things at your own time—you don’t owe me or anyone anything.”
As he reaches for his door handle, I take his hand. He goes still for a moment before turning.
“I,” I exhale. “I have nightmares. I mean, you know I have them, but I haven’t told you what I dream about.”
He says nothing. I take that as a sign to go on.
“In my dream, I see someone in a white coat. The kind of coat that doctors wear. I hear the voice—it’s a man’s voice, and he tells me that no matter how many times I try, I won’t escape. He tells me that I’m going to remain in that room forever.
The one time I try to escape, he finds me. I’m in the hallways, and they are closing in, and I can hear his footsteps behind me.”
“The hallway incidents?” Logan says softly.
I nod. “Yes. The first couple of days, I couldn’t go past without relieving the nightmare in real-time. That’s why you found me there, crouched on the floor.”
“But that’s not all.”
I shake my head. “That’s not all. I know that I have no memory of who I am or who I was before I woke up at the hospital, but I think I was kidnapped. I believe someone took me, and I finally escaped. That’s why you found me on the road.
“You don’t have to believe me—”
“I believe you.”
My eyes widen, and my neck snaps back in shock.
“You believe me? I just said it was a nightmare.”
