Remember

Chapter 2: I know you

Turns out Drew is a liar.

The police station isn't forty minutes away.

The second he realizes I actually believe him, he starts laughing.

"I'm sorry I had to. Breaking the ice." He says.

I glare at him from the passenger seat. "You're hilarious."

"I know." He gives a warm smile

After that, the drive falls quiet.

"Do you normally scare girls you just met into thinking they're about to be murdered?"

"Only the suspicious ones who sit in coffee shops for hours without buying anything."

I cross my arms.

"I was there for warmth."

"Sure."

I turn toward the window before he can see the tiny smile threatening to appear.

For someone I met less than an hour ago, Drew is strangely easy to be around. Maybe that's because he's the first person who's actually tried to help me.

Or maybe I'm an idiot with terrible survival instincts.

Probably both.

The rest of the drive falls quiet.

I take the opportunity to study him.

Drew has dark brown hair cut into a short buzz, a round face, and an easy smile that makes him look younger than he probably is. He's tall—I noticed that outside the coffee shop—but everything about him seems relaxed. One hand rests loosely on the steering wheel while the other taps against it whenever we stop.

He's almost too comfortable considering there's a girl sitting beside him who can't even remember her own name.

Still, nothing about him makes me feel threatened.

For the first time tonight, I feel safe.

And warm.

Looking at him suddenly makes me realize something.

I don't even know what I look like.

I pull down the visor and flip open the small mirror.

My breath catches.

That's me?

Pale skin stares back at me. My hazel eyes are rimmed red, like I've spent hours crying even though I don't remember shedding a single tear. Thick, dark eyebrows frame them, and tangled sable-brown curls fall around my face in every direction.

I lean closer.

Freckles.

A small nose.

Dark red lips, probably from the cold.

My eyes travel lower until I notice a faint pink birthmark on the right side of my neck, just beneath my ear.

I touch it.

Nothing.

No memory.

No spark of recognition.

I'm staring directly at my own face and somehow it feels like I'm looking at a complete stranger.

I keep searching anyway.

Maybe I'll recognize something.

Maybe I'll look into my own eyes and suddenly remember a bedroom, a parent, a friend.

Anything.

Nothing comes.

When I finally look away from the mirror, I notice Drew staring at me.