When I think about her, only bad memories linger. I can’t help but feel betrayal. Kyle said she did what she did to help me, but nothing about Parkfields has helped.
“Can I stay here tonight?”
“Of course.” I rub his back softly.
He sniffs back his tears and pulls away, appearing embarrassed. “Do you want a tour of the house? You raised me like your own in this house. So I’m happy to tell you the many memories I have. It might help you remember?”
“I think that might help.”
Kyle leads me from the kitchen and gives me a tour of my house, ensuring he tells me at least two memories he associates with each room or area. It’s not until we reach a closed door do I begin to remember…
“I won’t let you do this!”
But this isn’t Misha’s choice.
I stumble into his bedroom because there is no oth
