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There’s nothing to go on except theories,I sigh. The only person who can assemble the puzzle has no idea where the pieces are.
“Hi.”
I hear a quiet voice behind me, and I see Lily standing by the kitchen door.
“I’m sorry, where do I place this?” she asks, holding the tray.
I take in her the lack of color on her face, the slight trembling of her lips, and her hesitant stance by the door—almost as though she's considering flight or fright and losing the battle on the former.
“You can drop it here,” I point to the sink and move away so she doesn’t feel intimidated or threatened by my presence.
Lily nods and takes slow steps to the skin. She dumps the dishes in and turns to me.
“Sorry for what happened back there. I woke up and saw your face, and I panicked.”
I wave my hand, sending suds flying. “It’s fine. I have some share of the blame, too. “But,” I pause for a few seconds, pondering the logicality of going ahead with my question.
“Yes?” she prods.
“You were thrashing when I walked in, and your arms were out like you were trying to push someone away. Can you remember what you were dreaming about? It might hold a clue to what happened to you.”
I panic when Lily turns white as a sheet, but she quickly gathers herself and shakes her head. “No. I can’t. I guess it must be because my mind isn’t able to remember things, so it won’t keep the details of a nightmare. Yes,” she adds, nodding eagerly. “That is what it was. A nightmare. Thank you for breakfast.”
Then she scurries out of the kitchen, leaving me standing in a corner, confused out of my mind. What was that? I could have sworn that she recalled the details of her dream, and itwas frightening enough that she turned pale. And her excuse… surely, she heard it in her head and realized it made little sense?
Why did she latch onto the idea that it wasonly a nightmarelike it was her exit strategy? The more I think about it, the more nothing makes sense.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing, so I dry my hands and head to the living room to get it.
“Doctor Owen,” I say.
“Logan. How is the patient?”
“Lily,” I correct.”
“She remembers her name?”
“No. That’s just the name Madison gave her.”
“Oh. Well, a name is a source of attachment, so it might be a good way for her mind to remove the barricade it created now that she has something to latch on to. Aside from that, is everything okay? No dreams or sudden irrational actions? Anything that might give us a clue?”
She might have been kidnapped, I want to say. But the image of Lily turning white floats in my head, and I decide against it.
“Nothing. We had breakfast, though, so she’s eating well. Her health is more important, right?”
“Right,” he replies. “Alright then. Do keep me updated if anything out of the ordinary happens.”
CHAPTER 4
Kaylee
I take tentative steps out of the room, first peeping into the hallway to make sure nobody is there before I begin walking down the wide but dim hallway. My stomach grumbles with every step, and I’m reminded of Logan’s offer of an early dinner because he and Madison were going into town and would not be back until later.
Because I didn't want to impose, I assured him that I would be fine. Barely minutes after they left, I regretted my decision when my stomach grumbled with hunger pangs and contemplated looking for the kitchen to either find leftovers or make myself something. Logan had informed me that I could make some food if I changed my mind later on.
But I decided to hold it in as long as possible and ended up falling asleep.
Thereareonly so many hours you can sleep on an empty stomach.
