Chapter 13

“Why were we at a restaurant?” Adam asked, holding an ice pack over the bandage on his forehead. As he spoke, he sat at the dining table, staring at his phone. The message from Evangeline was still open. Though he must have read it a hundred times, he still couldn’t figure out if it was the truth.

Larisa was behind him, in the kitchen. She wasn’t doing anything in there from what he could tell, but more went in there to avoid being in the same room as him.

“You don’t know?” she asked back. “What do you remember?”

“Nothing,” he answered, finally putting his phone down. “All I remember is that it was Tuesday the last time I was conscious.”

“Okay,” she groaned, “let’s try something else then: what do you remember about Tuesday?”

He gazed at the honey flower in the palm plant on the table, but didn’t see it. No, what he saw was Evangeline’s face as he looked down at her the day before. She mouthed the words “I love you”, and he h