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Elliot Hayes
the central figure, experiences memory loss, tall with unkempt brown hair, introspective and resilient
Sarah Jennings
supportive friend of Elliot, works in public relations, medium height with curly blonde hair, empathetic and cautious
Matthew Clarke
a mysterious figure from Elliot's forgotten past, relationship unclear yet significant, sharp features and dark eyes, secretive and charismatic
Chapter 1
I woke up in a park with no memory of who I was or how I got there.
The only clue to my past is an envelope containing money and a note from Sarah Jennings, a woman who seems to be my best friend.
Not everything is as it seems as I'm drawn into a world filled with corrupt police officers, powerful crime lords, and people who will do anything to get what they want.
An explosive romantic thriller that will have you turning the pages.
I woke up in the park with no memory of how I got there.
The sun was high in the sky, and the grass beneath me was damp from the morning dew.
I sat up, groaning as I clutched my head in pain.
I blinked several times as I tried to remember what had happened last night—why had I been out drinking?
It didn’t make sense because I knew I wasn’t much of a drinker.
I groaned again and pushed myself into a sitting position, looking around me.
There were people jogging nearby, and children playing on the jungle gym equipment nearby.
My eyes widened when they fell on an envelope sitting not far from me on the ground.
A white envelope addressed to Elliot Hayes in black lettering.
My name!
I scrambled over to it and ripped it open, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it ringing in my ears.
There was money inside along with a note that simply read: Take a cab to the café. You know which one. Use this money for transportation if you need it. Also, you’ll need clothes because you’re currently wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Buy some new clothes while you’re out. Don’t just wear those home again.
Love always,
P.S. Don’t panic when you realize you have no ID to carry around.
You’ll figure everything out soon enough.
I stared down at the letter in my hands and read it over and over again.
What did it mean?
Who was Sarah?
And why did she sound so familiar?
I peeked inside the envelope and saw that there were at least a couple hundred dollars inside—more than enough for a taxi ride across town.
I didn’t have any identification on me.
In fact, I had nothing on me except for this envelope with money and a cryptic note from someone named Sarah.
I rose to my feet slowly, trying not to stumble as the world spun around me.
This couldn’t be real.
It just couldn’t be!
I must have suffered a concussion or something because this all seemed too insane to be real life.
But my surroundings seemed much too clear for this to be just a dream.
I had no idea who Sarah was or how I could get in contact with her…and yet it seemed like she knew an awful lot about me enough to leave me money so that I could find my way back home.
But if she really knew me, why hadn’t she come looking for me herself…?
I shook my head as I tried to push these thoughts aside.
Apparently, there was a café nearby where I might be able to find some answers to all of these questions swirling around in my head.
I must have frowned because she reached out and touched my arm.
"It's okay. I'm here now, and I'll help you get your memories back."
My memories?
What exactly was going on here?
I had met Sarah for the first time only fifteen minutes ago, and now she was telling me that something was wrong with me and that she needed to help me get my memories back.
"Who are you?" I asked weakly, but the words barely came out above a whisper.
"I'm your best friend," Sarah said gently as if she were speaking to a frightened child.
"My name is Sarah Jennings."
She waited for a moment, probably expecting some sign of recognition from me, but when I remained silent, she continued, "You don't remember this, but we've been friends for years. Not too long ago, we rescued a dog from the shelter and shared an apartment together."
"Shared? As in past tense?"
She nodded solemnly.
A few strands of her blonde hair fell across her face, and she tucked them behind her ear again as she said, "Yes. You still have your own place now, but you always come over to visit me at our place. We're best friends."
I tried to make sense of what she was saying.
"And you say that something's happened to me, and that I've lost six months' worth of memories?"
I asked, trying to focus on the most important point.
What had happened to me?
How could someone lose six months' worth of memories?
It was like something out of a movie or a book.
Sarah nodded, her eyes darting around nervously as if she expected someone to jump out at us.
"Yes. You don't remember anything about what happened? Or why they want you dead?" "Who's 'they'? And how do you know they want me dead?"
I asked, my mind spinning.
Had someone really been after me?
And if so…why?
"I can't tell you. Not now," Sarah said quietly, and for the first time since we'd met, her voice was tinged with fear.
"But I promise that I'll explain everything once this is over."
"And what exactly is 'this'?"
"All of it," Sarah said vaguely.
The next forty minutes were a blur.
Sarah had taken me to her place where I'd cleaned up and changed into some fresh clothes before meeting her at the café.
She didn't give me any more specifics about what had happened to me or why I was in so much danger, but as soon as we got there, Sarah started asking me questions.
"Are you okay?"
Sarah asked quietly as I sat across from her in the booth.
I looked around the café for a moment, taking in the people walking by outside and the other customers sitting at nearby tables.
It was Friday night, and the place was buzzing with people who were out on dates or just enjoying an evening meal together.
The food smelled delicious, and my stomach growled in response even though it felt like nothing more than a knot inside of me.
"Yeah. It just feels weird being here."
"Do you remember anything else yet? Anything that might help us figure out who did this to you?"
I shook my head slowly and dropped my gaze down to the table again.
"I told you before. I don't remember anything. And I still don't understand why anyone would want me dead."
Sarah frowned, and her hand reached out for mine across the table.
Her expression had shifted, and I could tell that she was anxious about something.
"I know you said you wanted to see a doctor, but I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
I asked.
"If there's a way for me to get my memories back, then a doctor would be the best person to help me. Right?"
"Right," Sarah said with a nod.
"But…"
She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip as if she wasn't sure how to continue.
"You'll be fine," I said confidently, squeezing her hand across the table.
There was something about Sarah that made me want to trust her completely: maybe it was the fact that she'd been willing to help me when I'd needed it most, or maybe it was just because I didn't have anyone else in my life right now who might have been able to help me.
Either way, I could see that she was just as scared as I was about all of this, and if there really was someone out there who wanted me dead, then I couldn't afford to take any chances.
"Maybe you're right," Sarah said after a moment's hesitation.
"But still…before we do anything else, there's someone you need to meet. And after everything that's happened tonight…I think you'll be glad to see them."
I furrowed my brow at her words.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Your friend," Sarah replied with a small smile.
"The one who set all of this up."
Sarah had been right about one thing: seeing a doctor probably would have been the best way for me to get my memories back.
But after spending the last few hours with Sarah, I felt strangely at ease, as if being around her was enough to make me forget about everything that had happened earlier that day and just focus on enjoying myself.
We'd stopped by the café first, grabbing a cup of coffee and some food before heading over to the park so we could spend some time walking around and getting to know one another better.
I hadn't been able to stop asking her questions about my past, but every time I tried to pry into why someone would want me dead or who might have caused my amnesia, she always found a way to change the subject.
Chapter 2
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, breaking the uneasy quiet.
"To a safe place," she replied cryptically.
Eventually, we arrived at an old brick building. Sarah knocked on the door in a peculiar rhythm. Moments later, it creaked open, revealing a tall man with sharp features and intense eyes.
"Elliot," he said, his voice familiar yet distant. "I'm Matthew Clarke."
My breath caught in my throat. The name Sarah had warned me about.
"Don't worry," Matthew added quickly, noticing my tension. "I'm here to help you."
Sarah stepped forward. "Matthew has been working undercover to protect you," she explained. "What happened to you wasn't an accident. It was deliberate."
Matthew nodded. "You uncovered something dangerous six months ago, something people would kill to keep secret."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What did I discover?" I asked.
He exchanged a glance with Sarah before replying, "The truth about your real identity and the organization hunting you."
My heart pounded as fragments of memories began to stir within me.
"You need to remember, Elliot," Matthew said urgently. "It's the only way we can save you."
I followed Sarah into an office building, where she punched in a code on the keypad next to the door and led me inside.
We climbed up several flights of stairs until we reached a large room filled with boxes. It didn't look like an office at all; it reminded me more of a storage unit that someone had converted into a makeshift workspace.
"Well, here we are," Sarah said as she set her purse down on top of one of the boxes. "You can wait in there while I go get him."
Nodding toward a closed door at the far end of the room, she added, "Make yourself comfortable. I won't be long."
There was something about Sarah that made me want to trust her completely: maybe it was the fact that she'd been willing to help me when I'd needed it most or maybe it was just because I didn't have anyone else in my life right now who might have been able to help me.Either way, I could see that she was just as scared as I was about all of this. If there really was someone out there who wanted me dead then I couldn't afford to take any chances.
"Maybe you're right," Sarah said after a moment's hesitation. "But still…before we do anything else there's someone you need to meet. And after everything that's happened tonight…I think you'll be glad to see them."
I furrowed my brow at her words.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Your friend," Sarah replied with a small smile.
"The one who set all of this up."
Sarah had been right about one thing: seeing a doctor probably would have been the best way for me to get my memories back.But after spending the last few hours with Sarah, I felt strangely at ease, as if being around her was enough to make me forget about everything that had happened earlier that day and just focus on enjoying myself.
We'd stopped by the café first, grabbing a cup of coffee and some food before heading over to the park so we could spend some time walking around and getting to know one another better.