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I shake my head. “I don’t want to tell him anything. It’s nice that I can just be around him without worrying about who I’m supposed to be now.”
“Juliette… you don’t need to be anything other than who you are. You’ve always had good instincts so follow them and just do what feels right… hold on, I’ve got another call coming in.”
I nod as I wait for her to check her caller ID, her words churning around in my head. It’s not like I didn’t already know that was the answer but it helped to hear her say it.
“Uh… Jett? Why is Gavin calling me this early in the morning?”
I wince. “Um… probably because I snuck out in the middle of the night.”
“And you didn’t tell him you were leaving?!”
“No, I did… just not in person.”
She sighs. “Explain.”
“I kind of broke up with him in a note I left on the kitchen counter.”
“Jesus Christ!” she exclaims and I let out a huff.
“Well, what else was I supposed to do, Mer?” I ask, shaking my head. “Do you really think he would have just let me leave?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
Sinking back into the couch, I wrap my arm around my belly. “What would you do if someone you loved, who lost all of their recent memories told you they wanted to leave?”
“All right. Fair point.”
“Just don’t tell him anything, okay? I know he’s probably going to find me eventually but I’m serious about figuring out who I am and getting my memory back and I can’t do that in Miami.”
She’s quiet for a moment before sighing. “Okay. I won’t say anything but you have to keep me updated. Are y’all leaving now?”
“As soon as we’re done with breakfast. Sawyer just had to try this diner that proclaims to have the best pancakes in the county.”
“Oh, I love that place. We always hit it up at least once whenever I come to visit and get the banana pancakes.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Really? That’s exactly what I ordered.”
“See, Jett? The memories are there and you’ll get them back.”
“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” I tell her, tears stinging my eyes but for the first time since I woke up in the hospital, I feel a spark of hope that maybe my memories aren’t completely lost.
“I’m glad to help but right now, I want to go back to bed.”
I nod. “Right. Sorry. I’ll let you sleep.”
“No worries, babe. Call me from the road, okay? I’ve got meetings until late tonight but we can grab lunch tomorrow. What hotel are you staying at?”
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.”
She makes me promise to keep her updated about our trip again before we say good-bye and I sigh as I tuck my phone back into my pocket and look up at my reflection in the full length mirror attached to the wall. My renewed hope is written all over my face and I flash myself a smile before standing up and marching out of the bathroom.
Sawyer looks up from his phone as I approach our table, his brows knitted in concern. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry,” I answer with a nod as I sink into my seat. “I just had to call Mercedes and let her know we’re leaving as soon as we finish eating.”
He nods. “I ordered for you and she said it should be up soon.”
Before I can answer him, our waitress walks up with two steaming plates of pancakes. She sets mine down on the table in front of me and the aroma hits my nose, stirring up something in my mind. It nags at me, begging me to remember but it’s like there is a film over the memory and no matter how hard I squint, I can’t see through it.
