Chapter 279
Mamie lay back in Felice’s therapy chair, nerves prickling beneath her skin.
A faraway countdown echoed in her mind, then everything blurred into a golden amber glow. Flickering lights, soft and unsteady, surrounded her. It felt like she was sitting in a car, the world outside bathed in orange.
Out of that hazy light, a hand reached toward her. The fingers were long and elegant, a silver watch glinting on the wrist. The watch’s logo caught the faintest bit of light, subtle but sharp.
She saw the rest of him then. Crisp suit, sharp brows, and a face so striking it filled her whole vision.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you home,” he said.
Mamie’s heart skipped. “Scott p>
Why did this man look so much like Scott?
He adjusted his jacket, voice steady. “I’ll take responsibility for what happened today. From now on, we’re together. After you graduate, we’ll get married. Okay p>
He turned, and his profile made her head spin.
Marry him after graduation p>
Was Scott her ex?
The thought hit her like a key clicking open a door she didn’t know existed. Memories fluttered through her mind, dark and fleeting, gone before she could grab them.
The world spun, and she snapped back to herself.
Felice’s gentle voice broke the silence. “What did you see p>
Mamie gulped in air, chest tight like someone was squeezing her throat. She
reached up and felt her cheek. Cold, wet-tears she hadn’t noticed.
The man in her dream wasn’t wearing glasses. He seemed younger, but that feeling -the heaviness, the authority-felt so familiar.
He looked just like Scott. But was it really him? She tried to focus, to see his face clearly, but the dream slipped away before she could.
Could Scott really be her ex?
Mamie shook her head. “Felice, if the guy in my dream is someone I just met, could he actually be someone from my past p>
Felice considered this. “Maybe. Sometimes, your mind mixes up faces. The person you dream about could be someone you’re close to now, maybe someone important from the memories you lost, Do you remember your university? Maybe you should walk around campus. It might help p>
Mamie nodded and called Adonis.
At first, Adonis didn’t want to tell her. But Mamie didn’t give up, and finally he sent her the name of her school.
She read the message. Cabinda University.
Mamie took the night to rest, then searched the school forum. Finally, she found her
own name.
I.ne
Nine years ago, she’d made the list of outstanding freshmen. In the photo, she looked so young-no makeup, bër features delicate, hën eyes so bright and clear.
Looking at her eighteen-year-old self, Mamie felt like she was staring at a stranger.
The next morning at ten, she stepped onto campus. Most students were still in
class. The walkways were nearly empty.
“Mamie!” A joyful voice called from behind.
Light footsteps hurried closer. Mamie turned to see a young woman she didn’t recognize.
“Mamie, you’re back!” The girl was grinning from ear to ear. “It’s been forever you left before senior year was even over. The advisor had to tell us p>
“Mamie, it’s me, Nora. Don’t you remember?” Nora’s smile faded a little, her eyes hopeful.
“We spent almost four years together in college. There’s no way you could forget, right p>