Amelia’s POV
“Annette,” Jake said, his face growing stern. “How do you know that name?”
“I heard it,” I said.
“Where?”
“Just now,” I said, glancing behind me. We were alone on the street, which made me feel foolish. Had I imagined someone saying ‘Amelia?’ But why would I do something like that? And why would that name resonate so much with me? “I thought I heard it…”
“You should forget that name,” Jake said, frowning.
I couldn’t do that, not when it sounded so familiar to me. Did it have some connection to my past? Maybe if I knew more about it, I could finally start putting together the pieces of my memory that were just outside of my reach, hidden within the fog of my amnesia.
And then there was the voice that said the name. It had been soft, carried to me as if on the wind, but i
