Chapter 3Sydney looked in the mirror and brushed her steely long black hair until it gleamed and nothing personal came to mind. She'd had to have stood there before. Why couldn't she remember?
Exploring the townhome, she found mail addressed to a Sydney Jones and photos of a young woman in her spitting image. A framed law degree sat on the antique mahogany rolltop desk. She wondered if she was an attorney and if and where she practiced law. Anything that would help her remember who she was and what happened to cause her memory loss would be helpful. Then she remembered the woman at the door who said they were acquainted. She wondered how to get in touch with her.
Judith Garner made the homemade chicken soup right by the cookbook recipe and was pleased as the aroma floated around her apar
