Chapter 67: Your Memory?
Jamal’s breath caught in his throat. His heart slammed against his ribs as he watched her lift her hands to her face.
Slowly, she peeled off the mask, revealing the face beneath it. His stomach twisted into a tight knot and he shot up from the bed like a spring, his eyes wide, his mouth falling open. His pulse roared in his ears.
Then, she shrugged as though what she had just done was the most normal thing in the world. "My turn."
"No way! You’ve got to be kidding me!" His voice was loud, almost shaky. He took a step back, pointing at her. "You’ve been wearing a mask this whole time? Why? Why are you wearing a mask?"
She didn’t even flinch at his reaction. Instead, she just looked at him with calm, steady eyes. "You asked why I looked different," she said, her voice even. "I showed you. My turn."
Jamal dragged a hand down his face, his mind spinning in a hundred directions
At this point he was beginning to feel like he needed a pen and jotter to write down all his questions because it seemed like the more questions she answered the more questions he had for her.
Ignoring his flustered reaction, Abigail continued. "Why do you..."
"Wait!" Jamal’s voice cracked slightly as he held up a hand. He shook his head and let out a breath. "Give me a minute. I’m not ready yet."
How could he be ready?
How could he just get used to the fact that he was looking into the face of the girl he had fallen for five years ago again.