Unaware: Forgotten Love

f her life, gone. Six weeks where the world had kept turning, where people she didn't without a

er voice tinged with faltering. She wasn't past a

moved in his arrangement. "No," he said

for her, or missed her, or considered where she was. Amanda's chest settled with the weight of it.

r voice barely a whisper. "Why has

ding back, debating how much to say. "You were... a productive businesswoman," he said aft

picture it-herself in an office, making choices, commanding respect-but it felt off-base. The pictur

ded, her voice shaking marginally. "I don'

"I get that. But the person you were a few times as of la

-powerful, alone, with no one to care within the occasion that she disappeared-wa

anging the subject to preserve a key separ

concealed it. "We were headed to a commerce event. A m

his life she didn't be beyond any doubt , a life that felt so farther clear

yes looking up again for an

thing she couldn't inspect. "I was a guest

idn't press him. The truth, anything it was, s

ants. "How roughly that walk I said yesterday?" he asked, his tone light

couraged out of this room, missing from the sterile dividers that showed up to be closing in

obbled imperceptibly as she stood, the muscles frail from weeks of disregard, but she supervised to stay

sensitive plans on the floor. As they walked, Amanda centered on putting one foot

rout. Amanda breathed inside the modern talk about, letting the fresh scent fil

sked, his voice

lost memories still pressed down on her. "A little," she conceded. She sa

rt," she said carefully, m

swered, sitting close to

aps he was right. Possibly, for presently, that was all she might do-take it one day at

perhaps-spark to life inside her. It was black out, delica

dividuals surging through their lives whereas she felt solidified in put. Her body was recuperating, but her intellect was still a tremen

r vitals without a word. Amanda barely took note. Her contempl

wa

leted from her morning walk with Jack. Her eyelids developed o

ned-her to begin wit

blend of energy and dread. Before her stood a man-his confrontation was obscured, but she seem feel his nearne

ted through

Papers were scattered before her, and she was in control. Her voice was commanding, her pose sure.

ttempted to form a sense of what she had fair seen. The room felt small, as wel

he title on her lips. It felt veri

om, concerned about his go up aga

dream. "I... I think I recalled something," she said, her voice trembling

ut he obliged a small smile. "That's good," he said

e memory of the darkened man-Liam-lingered,