Memento Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

C H A P T E R 1 2 : F R A G I L E T H I N G C A L L E D M E M O R Y Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates. Marcel Proust ~ As I am driving home, I remember that I have not called my mom today, so I fish out my phone and dial her number. Strange enough, she does not pick it up. I give it one more try yet still no answers. I toss my phone to the seat next to me as I focus my eyes on the road.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

I'm about to return my phone to its initial position when a notification came in. "Ah, it's from Susan," my smile deepens as I read through her text. 'My precious cupcake, I'm wishing you all the best in today's game as usual. You go there and show them how we run it in Buckhead. Sending loads of love. See you soon Champ. Xoxoxo' "Oh man," I laugh. I return my phone to the dresser and walk across my large room to my study desk. Leaning downwards, I open the shelf by the side and took out a tiny box within it.

“The doctors said you might have memory problems. It’s from the head trauma. It might come back. It might not. But you’re awake. That’s what matters.” “What’s your name again?” Mia asked. “Damien,” he said. “Damien Cross.” Cross. That name triggered something. A flash of a memory. A mansion. A woman with blonde hair. “Victoria,” Mia said suddenly. The name came out of nowhere. “Victoria Cross.” Damien went very still. “Yes. She’s my wife.” Wife. The word sounded familiar.. “I remember her,” Mia said. “Sort of. Blonde. Beautiful. She was…” What was Victoria? Friend? Enemy? Something in between? The memory wouldn’t solidify.

Leonard became upset the moment he saw me with the bottle of imported wine and yelled, "What do you think you're doing, Victoria Sausby? That's a memento my father left behind!" A memento, he said? How thorough a person Graham must have been to have left behind a memento five years ago, despite dying 18 years ago. This bottle of wine had clearly been given to the Zieglers by a friend of mine back when I first married Leonard.

"I need you to keep this between us. I know Levi knows something, but I don't want anyone else to know about this." Mina nodded. "I won't say anything, but you're going to have to be honest with me about something." "What's that?" Mina turned and went to sit on Carmen's bed. "Can you really not remember anything about your past?" Carmen figured that Mina would eventually ask her that and she didn't even have the answer to that question. "Until today I wasn't able to remember anything, but then I saw that newscast and a bunch of things returned to mind. I need your help Mina. I need you to find out everything we can cause my funeral is in two days and we're going."