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Chapter 280 Damien's POV When I returned to collect the girls, Annette was so distracted, or maybe she was avoiding me, but she didn't turn to look at me. With the way she kept rubbing her forehead, it was clear she was still in some pain. I wanted to go to her, to make sure she was alright, but... Dr. Wyatt's words echoed in my mind. I had a lot to think about and I didn't want to make things worse. I couldn't keep pushing things until I had time to consider if that was truly the best course of action. After leaving the hospital, the girls and I got into the car and our driver took us home.
The girls entertained themselves by talking to each other, which gave me time to get lost in the expanse of my mind and the many questions harbored within. That slip Annette had made... when she had known about my cousin's past relationship... I couldn't stop thinking, wondering, and maybe hoping if that wasn't some indication that Annette could really be Amelia. Not just someone who looks like her, but honest to goodness really was her. It didn't seem possible. It meant a lot of people had to be keeping secrets from me, and potentially from Annette herself.
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I still believed her amnesia was genuine, which meant she probably didn't even know who she was. She could be Amelia without knowing it. Was it possible that those closest to her would fabricate a whole other life for her? I wasn't so sure. That would be a tremendous amount of effort, especially since the family even had a funeral for Amelia. And they would have had to lie to her own children about her being dead. It seemed too cruel, especially to the kids. Jake hated me, so I wasn't as surprised to be left in the dark. But lying to the girls about their mother being dead?
Would even Jake go that far? Yet, after witnessing that slip today, I just couldn't shake the feeling... and maybe the hope... that Annette could be Amelia. I tried to keep a limit on the amount of hope I allowed myself for this. If I gave in and allowed the full extent of my heart to believe my mate was still alive, and it turned out to not be true, I didn't know if I could survive that kind of break. Amy and Stacy had pulled me back from the brink before. They had been babies then, and needed me to help take care of them. They were older now, more aware.
I couldn't ask them to save me again. This time they would remember it, and I never wanted to hurt them. So I had to keep my hopes low, prepared for the worst. Yet... "Mommy was pretty today," Amy said, glancing at me. "Don't you think so, Daddy?" No matter how many times I corrected them, Stacy and Amy both still seemed set on calling Annette their mother. I knew I should keep correcting them, as many times as I needed to, even if it was every time, to get them to stop. Yet... I kept thinking about Annette, rubbing her forehead... remembering things...
What if my children's intuition was right? What if I was the one at fault, forcing them to think of Annette in a different way than they naturally wanted to. 1/2 +25 Bonus Even so, until I knew for sure, I should correct them. Yet, when I opened my mouth, what came out was, "Yes. She was very beautiful." Foolish hope was going to break all of our hearts, and I couldn't do a thing about it but watch it coming while a train while I stood on the tracks. Amy and Stacy both smiled like I gave them the whole world. I didn't have the heart to take it away again.
Amelia's POV My head was throbbing, but I tried to ignore it to continue my duties and clean the room, readying it for the next patient. I couldn't really think straight. It was all I could do to keep standing upright. Chaptera: Joseph King
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