Free The Glass Secret (Chain of Secrets) by Leilani Bennett Page B

myself several times...
     
    If I ever forget who I am, or who you are, please, remind me I am the woman that will love you for all eternity.
     
    Brielle Eden...
     
    I recognized my name, of course, but the words written on the note did not register. Disorganized thoughts scattered, albeit, I tried to make a cohesive connection between what was written and why my name appeared on the note. My mind was coming up blank. And, according to the message on the note I was afraid of that.
    “This is you, right?” the doctor asked. “I mean, you’ve been responding to her name.”
    “Yes, of course, that’s my name.” If you ask me again, I will tell you the same …that was what my grandmother used to say. When someone asked me my name, I always recited her words silently to myself.
    “Are you sure your name is Brielle Eden?” he asked, raising a curious brow.
    “Yes, of course...and if you ask me again I will tell you the same,” I quipped inadvertently.
    “That’s almost original,” he said, followed by a half-hearted chuckle. “I have heard that phrase used once before. A young lady, who’s a friend of mine, says it all the time when someone questions the pronunciation of her name,” he said, pointedly. “At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” I was not feeling up to hearing about his friend, nor was I trying to be humorous. Not in the least.
    “That’s nice...about your friend and all.” I smiled, struggling to sit up; the movement caused a rippling pain in my side.
    “Oww,” I moaned. “But, I am not sure what this means,” my eyes shifted between him and the note.
    “It appears as if you are worried about losing your memory, or you were at the time you wrote it. I would like to help you recover since that is actually the case now.” He looked down at me dubiously.
    God, if he says ‘if that’s the case’ one more time I am going to scream. He must be trying to drive a point; he apparently thinks I’m a case. Certifiably nuts!
    At that moment, the room began to swim. I gripped the note. How did I miss seeing this when I first opened the letter? I did not remember writing it at all, and I had no idea who had written the poetry on the other side either. I fixated on the doctor’s sincere eyes; doing so, stopped the room from spinning. Wait...what if he’s the man that I wrote it to? This was something to be considered.
    I concentrated on his face harder. I felt nothing.
    Fuck, I had no memory of him before today. Was he the man I had forgotten? He wasn’t smiling, nor did he lean in to kiss me as one may do. Is he my lover? There was no way this was possible ! Although there was something familiar about him, I couldn’t imagine he was someone I would date.
    I thought long and hard...reasoning it all out. How did I get there? What was with all the bizarre questions? Was he trying to jog my memory of him?
    Maybe he is my boyfriend, and because I didn’t recognize him, he is disguising himself as my doctor in order to save me from the shock of whom he really is. I had seen a familiar storyline in a true-life movie once before.
    Then it dawned on me...
    What if I’m having an affair behind his back with the man that entered my room? He did make my temperature rise. Maybe he knows I’m having an affair, and that’s the reason for all his questions about the other man. What should I do? I can’t just ask him, can I? I need to get out of here and find Nuilley. She would know if I were having an affair. I tell her everything. How am I going to get out of here? Crap! He has barely left my side since I woke up.
    I pondered this theory for a few seconds longer. It was an impossible scenario, knowing me, I would never cheat on anyone—despite if he were twenty years older than me or not. I abhor cheaters!
    Then I had a second theory...
    What if he and I had been dating, and I broke up with him and that enraged him? Then I started dating the man who appeared in my doorway. Afterwards