Page 29 of Tangled Past
Maya took the mug and wrapped her fingers around it to warm them. “What happens now?”
“Now?” Rachel said. “You drink that. You eat half a grilled cheese sandwich, and then you sleep. Asa will pace like a wolfoutside your room at some point because he doesn’t know how to switch off. JT will pretend he isn’t worried, then call his wife and complain that he’s missing dinner. Will Kelly will run everyone ragged until we have a line on the dispatcher and whoever else your memories point to.”
“That doesn’t sound very restful,” Maya said.
Rachel’s smile turned gentle. “Not for us. Besides, rest isn’t the same as nothing happening. Sometimes it’s just trusting someone else to move the next chess piece while you breathe.”
Maya stared down into the swirl of coffee. “What if my memories don’t come back? What if all I ever get are flashes that hurt and don’t help?”
Rachel stared at her for a long moment. “Then we solve this another way. With what we can see, prove, and uncover. Between you and me? I think you’re stronger than your fear. I think that little girl in the barn made it through for a reason, and I think she’s finally getting her voice back.”
Maya’s eyes stung. She took a sip of the coffee. Outside, Asa’s shadow passed the window again.
Maya tightened her grip on the mug. She was done lettinghimwrite her story. However much it hurt, she was going to remember.
