After a recent, painful breakup, Madeline Beckett has been diagnosed with amnesia. With a broken relationship and lost memories, can she sort through her problems and find herself? What happens if people decide to use her condition as an advantage? How can she decipher real from fake when all Madeline knows is pain?

Playing Pretend

I wake up early, the sun blinding my eyes and forcing me to get up. Somedays, getting out of bed is the hardest part of my day. I have nothing to look forward to besides Andrew. I have no job, and practically no future or past without him in it. 


Don’t get me wrong, I do love him, but nowadays it feels like he’s all I can think about. 


It feels like my entire life revolves around him. All my mother ever talks about is him, all my psychotherapist discusses is him, all my memories include him. All but the ones including my cousin. Come to think of it, I’ve never had a memory with both of them in it. 


Journaling has helped. I’ve been writing consistently every day, each page full of flashbacks or dreams or emotions or just scribbles. Its cover is beginning to wear out, and I do genuinely feel like I’m getting better. 


 I think I’ll go outside today. It’s been a while since our coffee… date, I believe. But this time I’m going alone. 


Chapter Twenty Two