I cut him off. “It could cause more pain…to someone in this room. Or to everyone in this room. No matter what I remember, someone gets hurt. Including me.”
He stands and his hands hang loose by his sides in defeat.
I stand too. “I know what you said happened. I know I’m supposed to be London. But something doesn’t feel right. And I won’t stop searching for answers until I find them. I need to explore whatever path my heart leads me to follow. Do you understand?”
“Yes. But don’t let him sway you.”
I glance back at Dash staring at us, and before he can argue, I come to his defense.
“He’s not doing anything of the sort. He’s been nothing but supportive. He has his doubts about who I am, yes, but he’s not trying to put ideas in my head. He’s letting me feel what I feel. And I’m sorry, but from where I stand, he’s the only one trying to help me find the truth even if it will rip him apart in the end. Everyone else seems to refuse to accept the possibility that I could be…”
“Lennon.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Don’t you want to know for sure?” I ask as I pin him under my stare.
He swallows. “I’ll admit there are some things that seem different, but you suffered a TBI. Even without the amnesia, it can alter your personality.”
“I hear you. And I’m not saying I believe you’re wrong. But I need to know for sure who I am before I can move on…with or without either of you.”
“So what? You’re going to spend all your time with him until you remember?” he asks pointing to Dash.
“No. I need to spend time with you too. With my parents and anyone else in my life who might be able to help.”
“Promise me you won’t be physical with him,” he whispers.
“Like I promised him I wouldn’t be with you? And then we kissed.”
I can tell he’s clenching his teeth because I can see his jaw muscles moving.
“I’m not promising to stay away from either of you until this is settled. Probably not even then. Do you understand?” I ask the question to them both.
“Understood,” Dash answer first.
“Hendrix?”
“I got it,” he finally says reluctantly.
It’s my turn to comfort him. I cup his face in my hand as his blue eyes focus on me.
“This won’t last forever. Please be patient.”
He turns my palm and kisses it before walking past me to stand in front of Dash. They stare at each other, not saying a word. Then, Hendrix leaves.
“Do you really think now it’s possible?” Dash asks when we’re alone again.
“What?”
“That you might be Lennon.”
I turn and glance at the bracelets on the desk.
“Maybe.”
“You kissed last night, huh,” he asks but it comes out as a statement.
I face Dash again who has moved so close I can feel the heat from his body.
