The Song

Part Twenty-Six

“What’s your plan for today?” Aston asked.

“Going for lunch with my Mum.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Lunch with my Mum,” I shrugged.

“You sure that’s a good idea? You aren’t on very good terms with her.”

“Julia is coming,” I said, “She said it might not be a bad thing.”

“I guess her making you angry might help you remember what it feels like… Could trigger your memory.”

“I’m really not on that bad of terms with her?” I frowned.

“Yeah…” Aston sighed, “Last couple years have been rough between you. She almost didn’t come to the wedding. Just be careful today ok?”

“I will,” I said with a soft nod.

It was now fully six weeks after I’d woken up from the accident and there was no hint of a memory in my mind. Nothing. I’d played through almost all of my songbooks, and dug around in every drawer, shelf, and closet in the house. But still… I was stuck.

I waved Aston off to work and then got myself ready for the day, Julia picking me up for lunch with our Mum.

“She knows about the accident right?”

“Yeah, I’ve spoken to her,” Julia said, “I told her to be nice.”

“Thanks.”

We pulled up at the restaurant and Julia passed her keys to the valet. It was a rather posh place, and I wasn’t particularly looking forward to things.

“Hi Jessica,” my mother said, greeting me as I sat down. I was surprised she’d beaten me there.

“Hi…” I said awkwardly. Aston and Julia had both said I was on bad terms with my Mum, but she seemed perfectly friendly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine, kind of tired of not having all my memories but…”

“It’s very unfortunate,” my mother said, taking a sip of her water, “How are things at home?”

“Well enough,” I shrugged, “It’s awkward.”

“And Aston is dealing with things alright?”

“I think he’s tired of the situation,” I shrugged, “I know I am.”

“And have you thought about doing something about that?” my Mum asked. I caught Julia’s eye as the question was posed, she knew how I was feeling about the situation.

“Yeah.”

“And what are you thinking?”

“Maybe, taking a step back. Starting over?” I said, “I don’t want to hurt Aston though. I think he’d be devastated if I left.”

“He’d get over it,” my mother said, “You know I could sort you out a divorce in no time.”

“A divorce?” I asked.

“You’re married to him. If you left you’d probably want to make it official!”

“Oh right, I guess I never thought about it that way.”

“Aston’s a strong boy, he’d get over it,” my mother said.

“Julia, what do you think?” I asked.

“I don’t know. This is your decision.”

“What if I get my memory back and regret doing something like that?” I questioned.