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of some cinematic starlet. Not a woman who cures the crazies.
     
    “Good morning, Adelaide,” she greets me with a monotone yet chilly tone to her voice and I keep my eyes on her as she walks around the side of her desk. Then she sits down in her chair, the same chair that belongs to Elijah, and crosses her long legs. “Do you remember where we left off on Friday?”
     
    I make eye contact, my eyes bore into her dark chocolate eyes and search for some kind of sympathy in them and there isn’t any.
     
    I don’t like Vivian Swell.
     
    To her, it doesn’t really matter if I make progress or not. How do I know this? By her actions. She doesn’t try any extensive therapy sessions. Whenever I talk she simply nods and it always seems like she isn’t even paying attention. She gives me answers like; I see and continue. She reminds me of Dr. Morrow with her no regards for people attitude except she doesn’t display any cruel behavior.
     
    “Well, Adelaide?” she probes, lifting an eyebrow.
     
    I blink and respond with, “Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
     
    A faint smile spreads across her lips and she shakes her head the slightest bit. “We’re not working on trying to get my memories to return, Adelaide,” she states. “It’s up to you to try and remember the sort of things we discuss during our sessions.”
     
    I clench my jaw and clasp my hands together in my lap. “Right.” I purse my lips together and let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t remember where we left off.”
     
    “Very, well then,” she says as she pulls open the top left desk drawer and pulls out a manila colored folder.
     
    It’s that moment that I realize that I don’t dislike this woman particularly just because of the reasons I’ve listed above. I dislike her because she’s not him.
     
    She’s not Elijah.
     
    Over the last couple months since I’ve been seeing her, I’ve requested repeatedly to be put in his care. I’ve tried to explain to her that my sessions with him are pertinent in order for me to make a full recovery and be able to remember my past. I’ve tried to tell her that I need him in ways that she’ll never understand.
     
    Because he knows me.
     
    He gets me.
     
    He loves me.
     
    At least that’s what he led me to believe and I can’t understand why a person would lie about something like that.
     
    During the first month of my sessions with her, I’d come in and ask, “Where’s Dr. Watson?” At first, she’d brush off the question by ignoring me and me, well, I don’t respond to that well. If someone asks me a question, I always answer it. So I’d ask again, “Dr. Swell, where is Dr. Watson?”
     
    And after the first couple months of the same answer, I stopped asking. Mainly because every
    time she answered, I felt a sharp stab of pain puncture my heart. She’d respond with the same four words every time she answered me.
     
    Five words.
     
    Five excruciatingly painful words that made me spend an entire month questioning my sanity.
     
    Five words that wrapped around my lungs like a steel tourniquet and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until I forgot what it was like to breathe.
     
    Five words.
     
    The.
     
    Same.
     
    Five.
     
    Brutal.
     
    Words.
     
    “There is no Dr.Watson.”
     
    So now…I don’t inquire about him anymore.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    ~Before ~
     
    A little piece of good news can change a person’s entire day.
     
    I’m pregnant.
    Elijah and I are going to be parents.
    I’m over the moon with excitement.
    In fact as I drive home from the appointment with my obstetrician, I feel like I’m glowing. On top of that, the sun is shining brighter, the grass seems a little greener. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. My only hope is that Elijah will be as happy as I am.
    However, I do have my doubts about that.
    I’ve mentioned the want to have children several times and he always changes the subject or ignores me entirely when I talk about it. I