Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
It’s odd what you can remember and what you can’t with amnesia. I know what things are. I know anything simple. I even look at a menu and know what I like to eat or that black coffee sounded good. Yet, the names of my parents mean nothing to me. How the fuck is that possible?
“Am I close to my parents?” I ask, thinking maybe if I was distant with them that could explain it.
“Damn tight,” he says. “You’re pretty close with your sister Thea, too. She’s taken your loss pretty bad. She and Dom were planning their wedding, but I think they’ve pushed that back for now. Your little sister has had them ready to pull her hair out, but then Skylar has always been good for that. I think it’s the red hair. Those women have teeth. Glad my woman is blonde. She’s spicy enough. Damn woman would probably kill me if she had red hair,” he responds.
I have a family … and sisters. I let that settle. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Cooper and Devil begin talking quietly among themselves. Maybe they sense I need a moment to get my head back together. I lean back in my seat and look out the window. There’s too much shit swirling around in my mind. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I close my eyes and immediately a picture of Indy pops into my head. It calms me. I breathe deep and realize that she’s my rock. My eyes open at once as I remember the one question I wanted answered more than any other.
“Do I have a wife?”
“A what?” Devil asks, surprise on his face.
“A wife, an old lady? Do I have one? Or kids? Both? Do I have them?” My questions are fired one right after another. I’m rattled and full of fear and hope. My heart is running away with me and as Devil continues to just stare at me, I want to shake him. “Do I?” I demand again. If he doesn’t talk soon, I’m going to strangle the man.
“You don’t have a woman as far as I know. You’re known as an oddball when it comes to women.”
I frown. “An oddball?”
“You keep your private life pretty private. According to your dad, you rarely look at a woman. He said you took his past into account and promised to never do that to the woman you claimed as your own.”
“His past?”
He shakes his head. “Not my story to tell, son.”
I nod. I don’t really have anything to say to that. I’m too busy feeling relieved I can go back to Indy and assure her that there’s no one waiting for me. I can’t lie, I feel a little disappointed that nothing has sparked my memory. Still, I can move forward with Indy. I need to concentrate on that.
“You okay, Breaker?”
“Yeah, just trying to sort through everything. I was kind of hoping the names of my parents would spark some kind of memory.”
“What about pictures?” Devil suggests.
“Pictures?”
“Yeah, I have a couple of your father, maybe a couple others of your crew. Want to take a gander?” he asks.
“Sure,” I answer with a shrug. I’m not holding out a lot of hope at this point, but it is worth a try.
He pulls out his wallet and flips it open to some worn plastic covered photos. There’s a cute blonde holding a little boy. I stare at it a little bit with a smile. She doesn’t look like Indy, but the blonde hair, her slightly rounded stomach with her hand on it, all while holding another baby, grabs my attention. Could I have that with Indy?
“That’s my wife. She bitched for a month because I knocked her up before LD even turned one. The way we figure, she got pregnant almost right after the all clear from the doctor after LD’s birth. I got me some strong swimmers,” he laughs.
“How many kids do you have?” I ask.
“Five. After my two boys, Torrent said I had to give her a girl. It took two more tries, but we got our little Iris, and she’s adored with three big brothers to make sure no one gets close to her.”
I laugh, thinking little Iris—however old she is—probably spends most of her time these days wanting to kill her brothers and her dad. I thumb through some more pictures. Most are faces I don’t know. He tells me their names are Crusher and Diesel, something like that anyway. There are three more pictures. The first is me standing beside a younger version of Devil, who I’d assume is his son, LD. I can’t describe what it feels like to see pictures of yourself and not have any recollection of being in it. When I look at myself, I don’t even feel real sometimes. It’s as if I just woke up inside this body and I’m expected to live my life in it. It’s beyond weird.