“Good morning,” I greeted from the kitchen entrance.
Wyatt ran to hug his father, telling him all about the great time he had with Leo at our place.
“Morning, Thea.”
I chuckled softly. He was trying to multitask. Acknowledging me, listening to his son, and attempting to continue working all at once. “Is it too early?” I asked. “I can take him back if you need to finish your work without distractions.”
“No, it’s fine, thanks,” he answered. “I’m almost done, and it’s Sunday we have our Sunday routine.”
I nodded with a smile. I was about to say goodbye when that house next door caught my attention again. Jazon’s kitchen faced the backyard of that house.
“Jaxon?” I called, and he looked up.
“Yeah
“Whose house is that? I don’t understand why I feel so drawn to it.”
He turned to look in the direction I was pointing, then turned back to face me. “Oh, that’s your house, Thea.”
I stood there, frozen. My house? How was that possible? But then again, didn’t Sebastian tell me we were separated for a while? If that was the case, maybe this was where I lived.
“Is everything okay?” he asked with concern. I shifted my gaze to his face. “I want to see it; who has the key?”
He studied me for a moment, as if trying to work something out. My eyes kept darting between him and the house. I didn’t know why it had such a hold on me, or why the need to go inside was so strong.
“I have a spare key. You gave it to me before the accident.” He got up and retrieved a key from a drawer. “Thanks,” I whispered as he
placed it in my palm.
After leaving, I made my way there in a daze and unlocked the door. The house was a bit dusty but tolerable. I closed the door behind me and started walking around. As I moved through the house, nothing triggered my memory, but for some reason, my mind knew exactly where it wanted to take me.
I found myself in what I guessed was my bedroom. It was large, spacious, and decorated in a style I liked. I immediately started rummaging through things, trying to understand who I was before the accident.
The closet still had clothes and shoes. All fashionable and fitting my style. Next, I went through everything in the drawers, which further confirmed that this was indeed where I lived, and from the looks of it, I had been living here for several months.
I was about to give up, having found nothing particularly informative, when I came to the last drawer. Opening it, I discovered a folder. I quickly picked it up and opened it.
My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of what this meant. I frantically flipped through the document over and over, eventually confirming that it indicated Sebastian and I were divorced.
The memory didn’t stop there; it was as if that word had created a crack in the wall blocking my memories. With excalating pin, the crack grew larger. Years of memories flooded into my brain, the pain intensifying with each pacting second @
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