"Spencer," Trina called out to the male in hopes that he was still awake. She felt the vibration of his response as her head lay on his chest. "There's something heavy on my mind," She stated causing the male to open his eyes to the dim room. "What's wrong, my love?" He asked and for a moment there was a pause.
Trina contemplated her next words.
"I..." Her voice faded as she hesitated to complete her sentence. "What?" Spencer's hand found her chin, twisting her face towards him. Trina's eyes met his worried ones and she sighed before the word fluently left her lips. "I think Esme's memories are back," She watched Spencer's expressions as the words left her lips. His face remained stoic, but his body tensed up.
Esme's movements paused at the mention of her name as she passed the door where the lovers lay. She slowly turned to the wooden frame before slowly approaching it - placing an ear to the door to hear their exchange.
Trina swallowed the lump in her throat from the silence before she saw the rapid blinking from Spencer, an action she knew all too well - the accusation was affecting him - very negatively. "How do you know this? Are you sure?"
Was his follow-up queries to the accusations. Trina sat up, bringing the blanket up to her nude chest. Spencer followed directly after. "It's just a feeling..." Trina dragged off as Spencer's words rapidly left his lips. "Just a feeling? Trina, you can't just throw out an accusation like that and say it's a feeling," Spencer's voice slightly raised, but he corrected his tone in hopes they were not being heard. "Spencer, I get that but her mannerism...after the accident, her mannerism changed. When I look at her or when I'm around her I get this sinking feeling. Since that highway incident the aura she had as an amnesiac changed."
Spencer's wide eyes met Trina's as the memories of their tumultuous past with Esme resurfaced.
Trina watched as Spencer's hands covered his face then dragged down his mouth - where it lay on his mouth. "Maybe, maybe she's just traumatized. She lost her son after all...She probably grieving and feels like an outsider because she has no one to comfort her like I have with you," Spencer attempted to find an excuse to justify the mannerism change that Trina noticed. "Maybe the trauma she inflicted on you heightened since Ace is gone? You know? Like she seems more like the old Esme because the old Esme wasn't a single mother?" Spencer rambled.
Trina took a deep breath. "I understand what you're saying, but I can't ignore my intuition. We need to be cautious, just in case..." Trina urged, she remembered the danger Esme posed in Port Charles and she had a sense that those levels had increased upon the return of her memory. However, to her dismay, she can tell that Spencer is hesitant. He was conflicted by the complexity of the situation.
"Trina, I will be cautious but we can't jump to conclusions. She's still mourning..." Trina sighed, she nodded - giving up on the conversation as she realized her concerns were politely dismissed. They laid back down - Trina facing away from Spencer as the air became clouded with intensity.
Esme's ears peeled away from the door, quietly continuing her way to her room. She sat on her bed as she slightly smiled to herself. She found the opening she needed for her plan.
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Spencer was sitting in the living room reviewing the documents received from the mail regarding the family business when the front door opened. Esme entered the home with some groceries as Spencer concealed the confidential documents. His eyes followed her to the kitchen as he attempted to read her body language and facial expressions.
"Did I do something wrong? Esme asked as she looked at the male whose gaze followed her everywhere. He shook his head, "We haven't spoken since that day in the nursery," He quickly came up with an excuse. "Are you okay?" He asked to not seem suspicious to the female. Esme paused her movements - her back was turned to him and the shaking of her shoulders mixed with sniffles alerted the male. "Esme?" He called out as he slowly stood up. "You are the only person to ask me that," She spoke in a shaky tone.
The female turned to him and his face dropped as he realized that she was truly crying. "No one cares about how I feel Spencer. I feel completely alone in the world right now," Her voice trembled in each word. "You have someone you can lean on...I have no one. I am so angry all the time because of what happened and I hate it. Spencer, I hate being angry..." Her words trailed off as she fell to the floor in a breakdown causing the male to cautiously approach her.
"For the first time, you deserve to be angry. Your child was killed....in your arms, that would make anyone angry, especially when the PCPD isn't giving any follow-up on the situation." Esme's teary gaze looked up at Spencer. "If you need someone to talk or vent to....i'm here, we still live together for now after all?"
