Chapter 13

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Tara was sobbing silently on their way home. David did not know how to comfort her. She seemed troubled with what she saw. But she can't tell why.

"Did you remember anything?" He asked.

"I tried, but I can't. I realized this is the worst thing that can happen to a person, of not knowing everything about yourself. You cry, but doesn't know why. I wish this could stop..."

"Yeah, I hope so."

David was actually trying to get used to her switching moods. One minute happy, the other minute weary. He just hoped she could remember the things that affected her feelings so much. Unknown to Tara, David was actually writing everything and was trying to figure out something, just like a jigsaw puzzle.

"Do you think you have a kid, a daughter maybe?" The girl on the painting must be about 7 to 10 years old.

"A daughter?" Tara tried to think. Maybe...I don't know..."

She wiped the tears on her cheeks.
David gave her his sweetest smile that Tara could not ignore. She smiled back at him.

"I really thank you for being here for me." Tara was sincere.

Tara could not sleep that night. She was thinking about David. He had been so helpful and she realized how respected he was wherever he went. Yes, he was indeed a respectable man. She just wondered why he was alone. A man like him should never be alone.

She herself saw sadness in his eyes. Sometimes she wanted to ask why but she thought it wouldn't be fair. For she could not give him any answers should he ask the same question to her.

She was torn between David and getting her memory back.  She already got a wedding ring and she was crying on the little girl's picture. She maybe had a husband and maybe children. If these were true from her past then she couldn't be with David. 

She touched her wedding ring. She checked for any inscription. None. She put it on top of David's side table. Then got back to bed. She might have gone crazy. Yes, crazy amnesiac.

David could not sleep as well. He wanted to help her gain her memory back but at the same time wishing she would stay this way, with him.

But then David knew what he needed to do. There might be sone lonely hearts wating for her and her subconscious searching for whoever they might be. He would call Dr. Johnson.








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