Don't Forget To Remember Book Novels & Stories

and the child. She opened the book again, turning back to the page with the photograph, and contemplated the man who wore the rounded glasses. 'I need to find Mr. Waverley.'

God have to help me here. We reached home half an hour later. I remained silent. It was a heart breaking day, my mind started recollecting the horrible incident that happened on that day that took back my best friend Robert and Maanvi. I remembered our days spend together. Finally, my thoughts took me to Allen. I longed to hear her voice. Breaking my silence after an hour, I took my phone and searched the call history then I contacted the sister who is taking care of the children in orphanage.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and