LOGINDANTEI watched June walk toward me and the first thing I noticed was her eyes, they were red but they weren’t the kind of red that came from exhaustion or a sleepless night, this was softer. It was the kind left behind by tears that had already fallen but she was smiling, although small and fragile but it was the first real smile in days. That alike was enough to tell me that the meeting had gone better than I had feared. Something inside my chest loosened and I hadn’t realized how tightly I had been holding my breath until I finally let it out. She reached me without saying a word, I opened my arms and she walked straight into them. Her body disappeared against mine, and the moment her cheek touched my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as tightly as I dared.She buried her face against me. “She’s alive.”That was all she said and my eyes closed as I held her tighter. “I know.”Her fingers curled into the back of my shirt. “She doesn’t remember me.”My jaw tightened
JUNEJanice stared at the photograph for another few seconds then she slowly shook her head. “No, I don’t remember this.” The word landed softly.I swallowed. “That’s okay,” I replied with a smile… at least I tried to smile. I turned the page and in that picture was my parents, young and happy. My mother was laughing while my father looked at her, I remembered that picture and I remembered thinking they looked like they belonged together.“This was taken before I started school,” I said. “Dad said you hated taking pictures.”Janice looked at the photograph. “You look happy.”“We were,” I replied before turning to another page.There I was between them, my mother’s hand rested on my shoulder and my father’s arm was around both of us. For years, that picture had been one of the hardest things for me to look at, now I couldn’t stop staring at it.“My mother used to cook all the time,” I whispered. “She loved this particular herbal chicken soup but I hated it.” A smile pulled at my lips.
JUNEThe door closed behind Dante and for a moment, I simply stood there because I felt like I couldn’t move. My fingers were curled tightly against each other, but they wouldn’t stop shaking and I looked down at them as though they belonged to somebody else.My mother was on the other side of that door, the word kept repeating inside my head, but it still didn’t feel real because I had grown up with an empty space where she should have been and I had learned how to live around it, how to carry it without letting it consume every part of me but now now she was here, close enough that I could reach out and touch her.I looked at the chair across from me, knowing that that was where she would sit and that was where I was going to meet the woman I had spent years missing.My chest tightened. What am I supposed to say to her? Hi, Mom? Where have you been? Why didn’t you come home? Do you remember me?The questions crowded my mind until I couldn’t tell which one hurt the most, the door ope
DANTEJune held up one dress. “No,” she muttered to herself then threw it onto the bed, picked up another. “No.” Another, then she stared at herself in the mirror.I smiled. “You’ve changed four times.”She looked at me through the mirror. “I need to look right.”“You look right.”She turned. “You don’t understand.”“I do understand.”“No, you don’t.” She walked toward the wardrobe again. “Do you think I should wear something she would remember?”I didn’t answer but she pulled out another outfit. “Do you think she’ll remember my voice?” Another pause. “Or the way we used to relate?”I felt something tighten inside my chest then she looked at me and the hope in her eyes broke something in me but I didn’t let it show, I pushed away from the door and walked toward her.“You don’t have to become someone she remembers.” Her eyes shimmered. “You just have to be you.”She stared at me for several seconds then she nodded, she chose something simple, something that felt like her. Afterward, sh
DANTEI didn’t like the arrangement, not one bit even though the doctors recommending that June meet her mother made sense. If Janice was recovering from amnesia, then of course there would be a point where they would want her family around her.What didn’t make sense was the timing since the wedding had already been postponed. Angelo had spent days making it clear that he wanted the wedding delayed, and suddenly, the moment June agreed to meet her mother, everything became easy.Angelo agreed, the lawyer called and everything lined up perfectly. I hated perfect because it was usually what people called something before they discovered the knife hidden underneath it.But June… something about her was different this morning. I watched her sitting at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped around her coffee cup as she listened to everyone talk.She smiled and it wasn’t the careful smile she had been wearing since finding out her mother was alive, this one was real, warm and beautiful.
JUNEHe lifted my chin. “No baby, don’t apologize. I understand how you’re feeling,” he let out and the simplicity of his words made my throat tighten, he always seemed to understand before I finished explaining. “We’ve been through a lot,” he murmured. “But this is different.” I nodded. “It’s the most sensitive so I’m going to try to take things slow and easy. And that is why I don’t want to bombard you with a lot of information at once.”He took my hand and led me toward one of the chairs, I sat and he remained beside me.“Okay, let me give you the full gist on what’s happening and what we have discovered,” he let out. “And I think they’re going to manipulate us.”“Because of my mother?”“Yes, it is,” he answered honestly. My stomach twisted and everything suddenly clicked that Angelo didn’t need to convince Dante, he was trying to convince me and every decision they were going to make was going to depend on me and how I took it. My eyes dropped to our intertwined hands knowing n
JUNEI pushed the front door open slowly and stepped inside the house that had once felt like the safest place in the world. Now it felt unfamiliar and cold, like I was walking through a stranger’s life.The silence pressed against my ears as I dropped my bag beside the couch and stood there starin
JUNEFate had to be mocking me. There was no other explanation for this kind of cruelty.My father had warned me from the very beginning, and somehow that made everything hurt worse.I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my fingers ached while tears blurred the road ahead of me.I could still hea
JUNEThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Rick.He was asleep on his stomach, one arm stretched across my side of the bed like even in sleep he expected to find me there. Morning light spilled through the curtains, soft gold sliding over his bare shoulders, over the silver strands beginn
JUNEWhen I returned home, my father didn’t say I told you so and that alone nearly broke me again. The moment I stepped through the gates with my suitcase in hand, he walked toward me without hesitation and pulled me into his arms.I cried like something inside me had finally shattered beyond repa







