Week 123 – Oh wow. I can’t wait for more

“It was kind of blurry,” Amelia cautioned, she didn’t want to get Logan’s hopes up because she truly didn’t remember any more than bits and pieces. “But when I heard the spoon clink against the teacup I remembered something from earlier.”

“What did you remember?” Logan asked.

Since she was sitting in his lap she could feel how tense he was. Amelia knew how badly he wanted to catch this guy, and not just because he was a cop. Or because he too had been injured when the man broke into his home. She knew that part of his desire to find this man was because of her. Because she had been hurt and there was something developing between them.

“Amelia?” Logan jostled her gently when she didn’t answer. “Did you remember something?”

“I remember being on your bed. I remember the sound of a teaspoon tapping against a cup, it woke me up. I couldn’t move. I remember him talking, I can hear his voice but I can’t hear what he’s saying. I remember him touching me,” her breath started to catch as slowly more memories began to trickle in.

“Shh, its alright,” Logan said, leaning down to touch his forehead to hers. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she said adamantly. “I want to do this, I want to remember, I hate not knowing what happened and who hurt me.” As much as her returning memories scared her, they made her feel like oh wow. I can’t wait for more, because she knew the more was only going to get worse. But she didn’t have a choice. She was the only one who had seen this man.

“Close your eyes and try to concentrate,” Logan told her, he started rubbing circles on her back, the motion both soothed her and lulled her into a sort of trance.

Amelia tried to put herself back in Logan’s house, tried let herself relax, tried to focus on the details. “I see a face, but I can’t make it out,” she said, frustrated. It was disconcerting not to have access to her own memories.

“You’re trying too hard, relax, just focus on his face but don’t try to force it to come to you,” Logan coached.

She tried to do as he suggested. She stared at the fuzzy face as though it were actually still ahead of her and let her memories just come back to her when they were ready.

It wasn’t working.

Amelia was just about to give up when the blurry oval started to change. Bit by bit the features became recognisable, and with an audible gasp she realised that she actually knew who the man was.

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