Michael jumped up and sat up in bed.
“What do you remember?
“Well, not everything…but most things.
-Like what?
“I remember how you got that scar,” he said, running his fingers over his right eyebrow. He closed his eyes and smiled slowly.
“I remember that too. You who sewed me that day. It was the first time we slept together.
-I know.
“Can you remember anything else, anything about the accident?
When he brought up that subject I was reminded of Celeste, walking away from me. Couldn't reach it. I felt the hot tears running down my face and Mike touched my wet cheek as he plucked at his brow.
"What is it, baby?"
-Heavenly. I'm sorry... I couldn't save you.
“Oh baby. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't do anything. I don't want you to be like this.
—I want to talk to Matheu
