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“I gave you that.”
I reach up and grab my locket in my hand, still staring at him.
“Prove it.”
He smirks at me before saying, “To my sweet Tanya, I’m ready to face the world with you. I love you. C.”
I’m at a loss for words. My chest feels tight, and I have the sudden urge to run.
“And why are you coming here now?”
I watch as the corners of his eyes tighten.
“I didn’t know what happened to you or where you were. Last night was the first time I even knew you were alive.”
Now that I know that I have a connection to him, the look on his face last night makes more sense. I had been confused about why this man had been looking at me the way he had been, I hadn’t been able to tell what his expression meant, but now I can see it for what it was, recognition.
His eyes are locked intensely on me, and his eye color catches my attention once again. Panic starts to fill my chest, and my breathing picks up.
I can barely get the next words out of my mouth, and they come out strangled and no louder than a whisper.
“You’re her father.”
His face turns serious, and I can see his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth before nodding once.
“At least, I believe I am. She looks a lot like me when I was a kid, but with darker hair and she’s around the right age.”
I know nothing about him, but something deep in my gut is telling me that he is her dad.
I still can’t talk above a whisper as I ask, “Are you here to take her?”
His eyes widen and he places a hand on the table in front of me, but I sit back, not wanting him to touch me.
“No! God, no. I would never do that. I didn’t even know about her until last night. I didn’t know you were pregnant when you disappeared.”
“Disappeared?”
It never occurred to me before now that there are people out there that have no idea what happened to me. That may be looking for me.
“I’m assuming because of Sophia’s existence that we were an item?”
His lips twist into a smirk, and I can tell he’s trying to fight it.
“We were. We were together for a year and living together.”
It is a lot of information to take in all at once, and I have so many questions that I don’t know where to start.
“So, the locket? Oh, you’re C?”
I open to look at the inscription again.
I look up to meet his eye again, and he’s staring at the locket in my hand with a look of grief. A feeling of compassion, along with a sense of guilt, hit me in the chest over the fact that I can’t remember anything about him. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the feelings that this man is bringing out in me. It’s not my fault I can’t remember him, but I still feel sympathetic for him. He lost his lover, and now he’s found her, me, yet I have no idea who he is.
It’s been a long time since I’ve wished that I could just wake up in the morning and have all my memories back.
“Everything is ready for you to come back home. I haven’t changed anything or gotten rid of any of your stuff, so when you come home, maybe it will jog something for you. I can set up some therapy appointments for you if you would like, to help you and Sophia get used to everything.”
Come back home?
