Unconditional (Book Two)

10. Inquires

Jim's POV

I take a seat on the plane and put my seatbelt on, as the powerful sound of the engines is drowning in the space around me, and everyone should get ready for take off. Today is the day when all the traveling I have to do starts, and won't end until several days later. Right now, I'm headed to Toronto, Canada; I'll have an interview there tomorrow...oh...

I should take a look at Amelie's interview once we're airborne, I think, biting my nail, and...for some reason...smiling a small smile, as I take a look at the beautiful, sunny day and all the wonderful big and small human-made birds that fly every single day.

As the plane taxies, I see a huge Boeing 777-300ER...electricity is shot through my head, and I can't help but wonder...

How the hell do I know what type of plane that is?! I think a little desperate, and sliding my right hand down my face. Why are these strange series of pain happening?! Why do they happen when...

I stop to recall some things that happened yesterday. For some reason, Karen—which by the way, was going to come to Canada with me, but I am still SO mad at her about what happened, that I don't even want her around me for a few days. I need to take a rest—knows that with the name 'Amelie' I feel this way. I know this because when she was trying to stop me from going into the house, she shouted that name twice, and I fell on the ground because of the pain and dizziness in my head. But why does she know this? Is she involved? If so, why...and how? Why is this happening to me? Who is Amelie? Is the Amelie she's mentioning the one from the interview I'll do when we're airborne? Or is she another Amelie? Why do I feel some sort of strange affection towards her when she's mentioned? What does she have to do with me? My life? What is in that house? What is Karen hiding? Why is she so afraid that I find out? Why was Mayim there? What does she know? What does Paris have to do with any of this?! What does a Boeing 777 has to do with any freaking part of this?!!!! WHY AND HOW DO I EVEN KNOW THAT IS A BOEING 777??!!! I simply don't understand what's happening. I don't know how Karen knows this, I don't know why it happens, what game she's playing, and my mind is sinking in a deep deep, eternal ocean of questions that I'm unable to answer...and it's getting worse. As the plane taxies, I remember things, several things that happened earlier these days, and I didn't realize until now; making more and more questions pop inside my head. Why did I have a wedding band? Why is the date 'December 23' written on it? Was I married? Or worse...am I married? To who? Is Amelie my wife? If so, why don't I remember her? What happened between us? Why does her name make my head hurt? Is there something in that house that is related to her as well? What is that half-heart-shaped necklace I found in my wallet? Does she have the other half? Did I give it to her? When? Why? Is this the reason why I feel affection towards her? Did Karen do something to separate us? But what did she do?!

I groan silently, and sink my nails in the skin of my hands, my knuckles turning white. I feel desperate, desperate because I know something is wrong in my life. I knew it all along, but now—even though I still don't know what it is—I'm certain more than ever.

Amelie's POV

I open my eyes as the rays of the sun hit my face, and turn to my right side, waking up. I speak a big yawn, and stretch my arms to the sky. Last night, I received a very long and unexpected series of news, and I'm still trying to process them in my head. I did kiss Colin, it was a long and...quite nice kiss, but...for some reason—I mean, I KNOW that he is my husband, and I DO feel something for him, but...this is what he says, and not really what I see. Some part of me IS in love with this man because he says he's the one in my blurry memories, and I'm in love with the man in there, but some other part of me shouts that he is not the guy in there, though I keep shouting back that it might just be the guilt I feel towards his suffering. The problem is that the man I see has beautiful, dark hair, and Colin is blonde, though he could've dyed his hair. I mean...why would someone random lie about something like this? Hmmm...unless he isn't someone random...Ugh, no. I'm just being crazy.