Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
He would not do that anymore.
Marilyn
She looked at the email from Liam Stevens and actually sighed at the request that came with the meeting. date. She knew there was going to be another meeting, after all the twins had just been confirmed as William’s clients. So, of course, he was going to want to discuss it. It was also what he’d said in that first meeting.
Marilyn didn’t even know if she was ready to deal with it all; an attachment to Calvin. Telling the boys she finally knew who their father was. Right this very minute, It seemed as though she wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter. Calvin’s lawyer was going to push ahead with it regardless of what she wanted.
She at least had a few weeks to come around to the idea, find the right way to tell them she supposed. Though what Wil wanted and what she thought was going to be best, may well be two very different ideas altogether. She was still trying to adjust to having some of Marrin, or her younger self, just bleed into her life at unexpected times.
She had set up an appointment with her neurosurgeon to discuss what was happening to her, and if it was normal, or if he thought she was on her way to getting all her memories back. Get his opinion on just how long he thought it might take for that to happen. That was in a week’s time, he’d squeezed her into his schedule, seeing as she’d stated she was getting flashes of old memories.
Her other concern was, of course, the twins. She’d not yet told them about who their father was, she’d sat with them and showed them many of the pictures that she’d found on Marrin’s cloud of her younger self. The boys looked through everything she’d printed out for them. At her, at the house and the gardens, and Callum had murmured
“It’s a mansion, Vin.”
And Vincent had agreed with him.
“You look really happy in all of them, mum.”
Callum smiled up at her.
“I do.”
she could only agree with him.
“You must have liked it there, where ever it is,”
Vincent smiled.
“It looks that way.”
she nodded, and it really did, but again that conflicted with the one memory she had of her and Calvin at the airport.
“But who takes pictures of themselves when they’re not happy?”
She murmured.
Both her boys frowned right at her, and she knew why. They were curious about her life,
“Mum?”
Callum muttered.
“I know I’m downplaying it, when I should be happy that I found something from my old life.”
She nodded.
“But they are just pictures to me, I have no emotional attachment to them or recollection of taking them, they didn’t bring my memory back, boys.”
“But you look happy.”
They both told her.
“Yes, I guess being on my own suited me.”
she pointed out to them, that all of them were of just her, alone and there was no one with her. Which again only made them frown as they went back through the pictures that she’d printed out for them to look at. There were just on fifty of them, and she could only think they’d been taken over several years, likely the three years that she and Calvin had been in that marriage contract; her hair was different lengths in some of them and so was her make??p.
KGH 693 think you were happy. Callum smiled at her. Thope you can remember it soon.”
That would be nice, Marilyn told them, and a part of her thought it would be. Maybe she wouldn’t have all these conflicting thoughts inside her mind, and actually be able to understand what had gone on In her past.
“Do you know where the house is?”
Vincent asked, holding up a picture of it to her. Marilyn had shaken her head ‘no’. That memory still eluded her. She didn’t actually know where it was.
“I guess it is probably somewhere along the Texas coastline. That car I crashed had Texas number plates,”
she’d told them, and she supposed it was, because there was that cliff out past the house. She’d seen the view from the house up to the bench seat.
A nice walk out there. Many minutes she supposed, up a gently sloped hill on a stepping stone pathway, likely to have been one of her favourite places to be, with all the happiness rolling off those pictures, of her younger self on that bench.
“I bet if we can find it, you’ll get all your memories back, mum.”
Callum smiled.
“We should look for it, and then go there.”
“It might help.”
Vincent smiled at her.
“No more amnesia Jokes if you get your memory back.”
