*Ines*
I feel in a haze as I walk back towards my home, Beatriz 'arm around my shoulder. Why had Jackson lied ? Why did he say I was his wife ? Was it only to have his way with me ? He must be a great actor, it all seemed so real.
“Are you okay ?” Beatriz asks softly, pulling me a little closer to her.
I shake my head. “Not really, I… I loved him… but it wasn’t him… not really it was all a lie”.
“I am not sure what to say”. She sighs. “I mean, he clearly lied to you… and of course that is wrong, but … he did seem to care, also when he called and asked me, I got the feeling he really cared”.
“But he… used my memory loss, my innocence… I … he … we ..”. I shake my head again.
She squeezes my shoulder. “No one needs to know if you don’t want them to”.
“They can’t know… my dad…
