Prisoner's Prisoner

Chapter 10

David was outside, at the backyard sitting on a lone chair. He was talking to Dr. Johnson, the one who treated Tara after the car accident.

"It  can happen." Dr. Johnson said. David told Doctor Johnson the last night's incident about Tara.

The reason for her outcry last night seemed to be very real. It was like the incident of killing just happened. She even continued with her sobbing while already asleep.

"How could she feel the pain of losing someone when she have no idea who it was that was killed?"

"It is her subconscious, she just cannot put it in the surface. I am a physician, Detective. I suggest you see a neurologist or a psychologist to explain these things better. You can also put her on a therapy. That may also help regain her memory."

"I may have to think about that."

"You may also try to show her things or places she knew before the memory loss. It may help her."

"You think so?"

"Some tests were not successful but generally it is..it's just that we do not know those things and places she may know."

"Yeah, that's the thing." David chuckled. He turned of his cellphone.

It was a Saturday morning. He had no plan of going to work today. But he might go there anyway.  He cannot allow her to stay with him for a long time. He had to find a way to know the truth about her without making her prey for whoever she thought was wanting to get her.

Tara came from behind him. There were dark circles in her puffy eyes.  Her long hair was hanging loosely. She was smiling at him but he could see the sadness in her eyes.

"I made you coffee." She had with her a tray with a cup of coffee.

"Thank you." That was all he can say. This was the first time somebody gave him coffee without him asking for it.

"It felt like it was a routine for me. Making coffee for someone. Preparing food for everybody every meal time. I just cannot remember for whom." She was looking at the trees below while speaking.

"Your family? Do you think you have kids already?"

"I just wondered, if I have a family should they be looking for me now? I want to know who I am, but on a discreet way."

Tara was right. He had checked for hundreds of reported missing persons but nobody looked like her. No reports that could have been her.

"Would you like me to post an ad?"

"I am not sure...I know I am running."

"Would you like to see your car?"

"Do you think it will help?"

"The doc says maybe."

They finished their breakfast together, silently. Full breakfast. He could not remember the last time he had a full breakfast. With someone. He was always alone. And he realized it just now. He would admit, Tara was a good cook. Grateful he was that she had not forgotten she knew how to cook.

Tara immediately clean the table and washed the plates at the sink.

He noticed his house was a bit different now.  The kitchen seemed lively with different packages stacked on the kitchen shelves. The kitchen appliances and utensils were starting to realize their worth.

His books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves. No dirty clothes hanging everywhere. The house looked bigger than ever. And there were curtains hanging on the sides of the windows. Those were old curtains he preferred not to use anymore. But he liked it this time. Tara might have busied herself for the past two days. And because of that Martha was a bit disappointed. She lost her weekly income. But David assured her not for long.

He needed to find out the truth about Tara the soonest possible time. He could not let himself get attached to her. He felt he was starting to like her presence.

Whatever it is he was feeling right now, he had to avoid it.

They prepared to go to the police station.