Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
She’d gotten a divorce and that was why she’d moved away.
Anything was possible, but she couldn’t dwell on it, and if it had been painful, she was now lucky enough not to recall it at all, she had no memories prior to waking up in the hospital. At least she’d not forgotten who she was.
Barb came back with a list of the items from the invoices out there on the packages, and told her some of it was furniture, though in the mail there had been several things that stated they weren’t able to deliver because she wasn’t there. To call for re??elivery a fee would be charged. That annoyed her a bit, not the fee but not having a phone; it had not been recovered and given to her. Lost out there at the scene of the accident, she guessed.
Barb not only let her use her phone, she was kind enough to take her to get a new phone, as well and do grocery shopping. The woman, it seemed, had the biggest, kindest heart in the world. She was friendly and happy to help in all areas. Enjoyed her job as a carer. Between her and Barb, they’d sorted out the deliveries of all the things that had not been to heavy, the rest were left for a handyman that Barb knew. He was coming the next day to help bring all those boxes inside and unpack and build all the things that needed it as well.
Barb had made dinner and bid her farewell, to see her tomorrow. The woman was amazing, and she couldn’t fault a single thing about her. Marilyn was happy to have her in the house, and it made for a nice and easier life over the next few weeks as she got settled in to her life here in Virginia.
It was Barb that took her to the fracture clinic to have her casts removed, and boy wasn’t she glad to have that done, though there were, she now saw, several scars on her legs from where she’d been trapped inside
Out of her accident the wreckage of her car. They’d had to cut her out of her own car. She’d not co unscathed, that was for sure.
There was a scar that ran down her left arm, one near her temple in her hairline, and she had several down and around her rib cage as well. But there was nothing she could do about it, she just had to deal with them, like she had to, not having a memory.
Barb, over the past four weeks, had tried to help her jog her memory. She would randomly call out places in Texas, walk through the house, looked at her working at her desk and stated
“How was the weather in Dallas?”
or
“I hear the shopping in Austin was good.”
Looking at her for an answer.
Sometimes they both just laughed and other times Marlyn just stared at her more than confused, as to why she would state those things. Then she realised what she was doing, and shook her head; nothing seemed to work.
She got her 12??eek sonagram after her casts came off and stared at the lady when she announced it was twins. Not just one baby, but two. Her house wasn’t big enough for that. Guess they’d be sharing a room. It wouldn’t really matter. Though now she was going to need a bigger car than the one she’d been looking at, which had been just a three??oor hatch. Now she was looking at a four??oor sedan.
She didn’t currently have a car, and was actively looking, but the criteria had now changed from small to large with all the things she was going to have to put in the boot. A double pram for one. Two car seats. Two of everything she realised. Well, at least she worked from home and didn’t have to worry about maternity leave.
Though she had to increase her health cover, it did not account for gynaecology. She was obviously not planning on having a baby prior to her amnesia. The twins, it seemed, were likely to be an accident and not planned, otherwise she’d have had that option on her health cover. She had no idea who the father was, if she’d told him? Or if he did or didn’t care! She couldn’t even reach out to that person, or to anyone she’d known prior to her accident.
The only emails she was getting were from her publishing house agent, Lisa Stevens, and she’d been shocked and then horrified to hear she’d been in a car accident. There had been no one to notify her if something happened, and she didn’t actually have a phone number or address for her here in Vaginia. Lisa had been given those details now, and Lisa had told her to put her name down as her next??f??in contact, so at least she would know if something happened to her in the future, seeing as she couldn’t recall having any family out there, and Lisa herself couldn’t state if she did or didn’t either. They’d never actually met in person, just talked over the phone or corresponded by email.
Calvin
It had been eight years since he’d last seen Marrin, though right at that very moment he was looking at a woman that looked very much like her. She was laying in a hospital bed. Apparently she’d told the hospital who she was, one Marrin Reeves and to call her husband Calvin Reeves in the United States. They lived in Houston, Texas. To tell him that she’d finally recalled who she was, after all these years, and she’d been suffering amnesia from that plane crash until just now.
She had given this hospital in Italy his own business card upon waking up, stated seeing it had seen her become so disorientated that she had fallen over and hit her head, which had been what recovered all her memories. There was a small dressing on her head, and it was said there were six stitches under it.
They’d called him, and he’d come out of pure curiosity. A photo had been sent, and the woman did look a fair bit like Rin, though now that he was looking at her in person, her face was narrower than Rins had been and, from the questions he’d asked the doctor, she didn’t have a single burn scar on her body anywhere.
Her identification stated her name was Francine Galley. He stood and waited inside that hospital room for her to open her eyes, Wil was right behind him, leaning in the doorway. Though he didn’t think this woman was actually asleep, he could see her eyes flickering under her closed lids, and he’d seen them open ever so slightly, and he knew she’d looked at him from beneath her lashes.
This was not the first time someone had claimed to be his dead wife, over the past eight years either. They all somewhat resembled Rin, but none of them had been her. A few hadn’t even looked like her, stated they’d been severely injured in that plane crash and had to have plastic surgery. That’s why they looked different. Likely a plausible story to them. Little did they know his ex??ife had never been on that plane.
But it always made him curious whether it was actually her or not, because of the game she had played, leading him to believe she was in that accident and, not knowing where she’d actually gone, she could be anywhere in the world. Would she one day play a hand like this? If she ran out of money, he thought that she would.
Wil also knew that this woman wasn’t Rin, and trailed him to all of these useless, stupid women that were out to get his money and nothing more. Because why else would they try to deceive him in such a manner? As his lawyer, he was good at dealing with all of them.
There had also been a full background check of this woman to see who she was, and how she’d gotten his business card. Likely she’d met him at some function along the way, could well be in the same industry, but not doing so well and thought she could suck him into her web of lies.
Her eyes finally fluttered open, and she looked around the room and finally her eyes met his,
“Cal,”
she breathed his name softly, and he watched tears well up in her eyes.
She was either a very good actress or had pretended to be asleep for this long in order to be able to make herself produce tears upon looking at him, like his loving and long??ost wife would do.
“For a start, my wife would never say my name like that,”
He stated and walked across the room and looked right down at her.
“But it’s nice to see you’re trying your best to convince me of who you are.”
She stared up at him a little wide??yed.
“Cal it is me, I’ve just lost a lot of weight.”
His eyes moved over her, he reached out and grabbed the blankets, yanked them back, and she gasped and tried to cover herself.
“Okay, let’s say I’m stupidly convinced, by you, like the other four women who’ve played this card, and I’ll be getting a DNA test done as well to prove your not her,”
“I don’t have any family Cal, you know that. I’m an orphan, raised in the foster care system,”
she told him.
So she knew a lot about Rin, it seemed
“I bet you can rattle off her date of birth, the university she studied at, all the things that are public knowledge, and anyone could get on the internet. So let’s talk about personal details. What’s our favourite s*x position? What days of the week do I visit the house you live in? Why did I never live with you at that house? How many kids were we planning? And oh, where is your birthmark? Show it to me,”
he asked her.
“What? But…”
she looked past him.
“Wil is right there.”
So she knew who Wil was as well.
“Hmm, he is. He knows all the answers to those questions. So, it won’t embarrass him in the slightest, right, Wil?”
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