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“It’s a trigger?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t a trigger before I lost my memory.”
“It is now.”
“Why?”
“It’s not important.”
“According to you?”
I nod.
“Okay, but do you want to know what I think?”
“Go ahead,” I say, even though I don’t appreciate where this conversation is heading, let alone her apathetic tone and expressionless face.
“I think you don’t want me to know about an accident that I believe could have traumatic effects that could interfere with my state.”
I drum my fingers on my thigh, exhibiting nonchalance that’s the exact opposite of the roar of alarm igniting in my brain. My voice is calmer, more controlled than hers. “Have you remembered something?”
“Only a few images of me slumped by a car and staring at blood. You were there.” Her cloak of neutrality slips as she gapes at me with a trembling chin. “Is it true?”
“Does my judgment on what’s true and false in your memories count?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you saw me at my worst and stayed.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I’m not an idiot, Eli, and I also have enough self-awareness to know you must’ve seen the version of me that’s riddled with so many issues, it shouldn’t be allowed outside, and yet you neither threw me back at my parents nor locked me up in a psychiatric facility. You never treated me as abnormal, and I’m grateful. No, I’m beyond grateful. Ioweyou and, therefore, I trust you in this regard.”
“Don’t do that. I can’t trust myself most of the time, so neither should you.”
A small smile tilts her lips and I want to sink my teeth into that cushion and suck her blood through it. I need her to stop smiling or else she won’t like the consequences of her actions.
“I still think you’re more trustworthy than my head,” she whispers. “Lan mentioned things about my ex-therapist and abnormal behavior, but I’ll ignore that and my unreliable memories if you tell me so.”
My jaw tightens. That motherfucker Landon seems to be back for his funeral. A wish I’ll grant him sooner rather than later.
“What else did Lan say?”
“Nonsense as usual.”
“What type of nonsense?”
A red hue covers her cheeks and I don’t like it one bit. Why the fuck is she blushing when thinking about that slimy little bastard?
She clears her throat. “Nothing important.”
“Tell me and I’ll decide whether or not it’s important.”
“It’s really nothing.” She eyes me carefully. “What about everything else I just mentioned? Is it also nothing?”
