If I Remember Correctly Novels & Stories

Type bar – If you remember someone else's memories twice and you remember your own childhood from day one till now, what does it mean? I hit the search button and stared intently at the glowing screen, my heart hammering against my chest.

I don’t remember the drive home. One moment I’m leaving the Morvant building. The next I’m standing inside my penthouse kitchen, staring at the marble counter like it personally offended me. Something is wrong. Very wrong. I grip the edge of the counter and force myself to breathe slowly. The meeting happened exactly the way I remembered it. Every word. Every gesture. Even the cigar. My stomach twists. That wasn’t routine. That wasn’t coincidence. That was memory. But how can you remember something that hasn’t happened yet?

Prepare. Because Ama wasn’t the only one remembering. So was I.

Was that the reason God decided to give me another chance at life by wiping away the bad memories? "You do not remember?" The beta seemed confused.

The first text read. The second text came a second later. "Yeah I remember, what about that?"

I tried to act unaffected, but maybe it still showed on my face when I said, “My memory is a mess, you see. But you could be right. Maybe I’ve done this before.” “I’m sure you did. Maybe once upon a time, you were at the dance floor with the man you love and you just couldn’t remember. I hope you remember one day, Miss Hudson.”

I picked up a cup from the nearest surface and put it back down and stood there. He was right. She was going to wake up tomorrow and she was going to remember. She always remembered. Summer Ashford forgets nothing. I had really, genuinely, completely messed this up.

I had to remember my name. Re…R…it started with an R. Re…R…R… Closing my eyes, I laid down on the cold ground and pulled my knees to my chest. My memories were all broken, shattered around the place. Re…Rebe… Rebecca. It sounded correct. Familiar. It sounded like me . Rebecca. My name is Rebecca. I hung onto this new revelation. Rebecca. My name was Rebecca, and I had to remember. I couldn’t forget again. It was a routine. I would remember but then forget it again.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR ROXANNE “You again,” I blurted out before I could stop myself as I opened the door to reveal the cute man from yesterday. “Do you have a problem with it Ma'am?” He asked as he watched me. I smiled softly , “No I don't. What…Your…Um…I can swear I remember the first alphabet. It's an M right. The problem is I can see it in my head but I can't just remember.”

“You may not rem⁠ember me‍, but—” “‌That’s⁠ exac‍tly the problem,” she cut in, he‌r voice firm even though it trembled. “I don‌’t reme‍m⁠ber you. I don’t rememb‌er‍ any⁠thing.‌ Nothing looks familiar. No one looks‌ f‌amilia‍r. And e⁠ver‌ythin‍g I‌ h‌ear…”‌ Her voic‌e trem‌b‌led.