Wife Without a Past. Elizabeth Harbison
maybe your wife had reasons to try and get away from you and maybe she didn’t, but I don’t know anything about that.”
“Laura, this is insane!”
“If this is truly me we’re talking about,” she began in a cold tone, noting how absurd her words were, “then I’m telling you for the last time, I don’t remember. All I know is that I woke up in a hospital a year ago with no idea who or where I was, and I’ve had to struggle through worse hell than you’ve probably ever known to try and make sense of it.”
They stood face-to-face like boxers. Then she added, “And if you cared so stinking much about me, how is it that you never came to find me?”
“Because you were dead!”
She splayed her arms and looked down at herself. “Apparently not.”
“I thought you were.”
“Oh, I see. You thought I was. Well, that’s good enough. That makes up for it.” She shook her head. “If that’s the sort of dumb faith you expected of your wife, then no wonder you thought she didn’t trust enough. Who could?”
“It wasn’t dumb faith. Your car was wrecked, there was a body wearing your jewelry, your wedding ring.” His voice weakened over those words. “All your identification was there.”
“Did you identify the body?”
“Yes—no. I mean, it was burnt beyond recognition.”
“Did you check the dental records?” She noticed how defensive she sounded, but she couldn’t help it. She felt a little sorry for him, but she felt even sorrier, not for herself, but for the woman she had apparently been.
The woman who had been allowed to disappear as “dead” when she was alive and struggling to go from day to day.
“No,” he answered. “It didn’t seem necessary to check the dental records.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Did you check the hospitals and police stations for Jane Does in the area?”
“Of course not. We thought we had you!” He was clearly losing patience.
So was she. “Then that’s dumb faith.”
He thumped his head with his palm. “God, if that isn’t just like you. You know there are two sides to this, not just yours. Don’t you think if there had been an ounce of doubt, I would have investigated? No, of course you don’t You never did think I loved you.”
“Obviously there was reason enough to investigate further.” She shrugged, but his words had thrown her. You never did think I loved you. “If I’m Laura, I mean.”
“I give.” He shook his head, and let out a long breath. “I can’t argue with that. But who would believe this?”
“I have no choice but to believe it,” she said simply.
He was obviously still wrestling with believing her. “It’s just so farfetched. Amnesia?”
She folded her arms in front of her. It was a classic self-defense mechanism and she knew it. “You want my medical history?”
“Yes.”
She considered this for a moment. “Me, too.”
He almost laughed, but sobered quickly. “What am I supposed to say, Laura? What do we do?”
She straightened. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this, either.”
When neither of them spoke, she said, “Let’s try this again. I guess we should get acquainted. I don’t even know your name.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but…”
“Drew,” he said. “Bennett. Drew Bennett. You’re—you’re Laura Bennett.” He looked around. “This is unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.
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