Before I Forget His Name Novels & Stories

Hurriedly throwing on his clothes, he stammered out, "I… Sorry. I was too presumptuous." Tugging him into a hug, I deliberately poked fun at him, "I heard from the other employees at Gardner Corporation that Lincoln Solt is the unattainable heartthrob of the company who has been hung up on someone for the past seven years. That person couldn't possibly be me, right?" As I spoke, I began teasing his sensitive spots. In no time, I felt something hard pushing against my lower belly, causing heat to surge through my body. "Winnie, I miss you. I've been missing you and thinking of you every single day for the past few years."

He glanced at the screen to see an unknown number. Normally, he would have ignored the call, but tonight, something compelled him to answer. ​"Who is this?" Kendall demanded. ​A deep male voice replied, "It's been a long time, Kendall." ​Kendall froze, his grip on the glass tightening. "...Who are you?" ​The man chuckled softly. "You've forgotten my voice already? But I've never forgotten yours." Silence filled the room before the voice spoke again. "I heard your son has started digging into the past."

I picked it up and turned it toward the window. There was writing on the front. His writing. I would know it anywhere. Small, sharp, slanted a little to the right. The way he wrote the grocery list on the fridge. The way he wrote *Happy anniversary, you terror* on the card he left on my pillow last spring. *For Adria.* And underneath, smaller: *If I forget.* I stopped breathing. I read it again. *If I forget.* Not *if something happens to me*. Not *if I die*. *If I forget.*

He was tall and lean with tired blue eyes and dark hair that made him look older than his age. He stood in front of us with a clipboard in his hand. My pulse picked up when he started asking for names. One by one. Then he stopped in front of me. I kept my face blank. His eyes narrowed slightly. No. No. No. Don’t recognize me. Please don’t recognize me. He stared for some moment before tilting his head. “You look familiar.” My heart stopped. Oh God. Not today. A memory flashed through my head. It was the second time again that Alexander forgot my birthday, ‘forgot’ was just a nice way to put it.

She had not thought about why she remembered that. She looked at the jar. She had said his name this morning. Not as a weight. Not as a history. Just as the name of a person she needed to speak to. It had come out of her mouth and it had been just his name and that was the first time in two years that had been true. He had said I am sorry before she could stop him. She had stopped him.

On New Year's Eve, my little sister, Lily Brooks, begged me to play hide-and-seek with her. The moment I finished counting to thirty with my eyes covered, the eraser in my brain started working again. I stood frozen for a few seconds, then turned around, went back inside, and started watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouched in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your sister?" My sister? I blinked. "I don't have a sister." Mom's expression changed instantly. Nobody even touched our New Year's Eve dinner. Everyone rushed out into the heavy snow to look for her, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find her. Mom raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face, her eyes

It's been five years since I fell ill with depression, and I'm finally myself again. I can talk, laugh freely, and I actually have an appetite. The icing on the cake is that my husband, Ian Beaumont, and I are expecting our second child. At our New Year's Eve family gathering, Ian's godsister, Gemma Waverly, gets tipsy and starts making a scene. "I think it was about five years ago. I was dumped, and I took the car out for a little joyride while the surveillance cameras were under maintenance. "Guess what? The moment I stepped on the gas, a cat abruptly flew out of nowhere and slammed right into my hood. It yowled and bolted off." A faint, disdainful smile plays on her lips. "That damn

"Oh but it does sister it does, I rule you ,I control you, am in freaking Control of everything!!, and that's right I took has forgotten your name, everyone has, that was the price wasn't it?, am even sure by now you've forgotten your own name, no matter the amount if times you tell someone they will always forget, remember your mate?, tell me why didn't you guys work again?" "Shut up!" "Oh that's right, isn't it weird what consequences a name can cause?" "I said shut up!!" "Even mother and father forgot your own name, wow what a sacrifice " I clap "You'll regret everything" "Says who exactly?" "People might not remember my name but at least I'm not forgotten,especially by my own daughter" I

And desire. “I knew their names, you know. At some point in the beginning.” He swallowed again. “Really. I did. I just forgot them because, you know, who cares, right? Tits. Freckles. Teeth. That’s who they were, in the end. Big Tits. Red Freckles. A mouthful of huge Teeth. So that’s what I named them. And this one?”

Even if he forgot to drop it, it should have been on the same spot, not the other side entirely. "Someone had been here!" He panicked.