BURIED MEMORIES
“Just tell me what you remember from that day,” Sam said. “I need to find out what happened on that boat. Why my brother’s dead.”
Jules tried to remember, everything. But the details were elusive, the bits of memory lying beneath the fog.
“You don’t remember anything about that boat trip?” Sam asked.
“No. I just . . . I remember getting on the boat, that’s all.” She told him of the quick flash of recall she’d just had. Shaking, her fear palpable, she stared at the house, her home, and felt herself shrink inside. “Something happened here . . . somebody came. . . .” She felt she was getting close to some kind of breakthrough and her breath came fast. The gray curtain was pressing down on her, hurting her head.
“Who?”
“I don’t know. I’m afraid to know,” she admitted. “I just know we had to get away. . . .”
“Away from what?”
“I don’t know!”
“Think, Jules!”
“I’m trying! I’m really trying.”
“Someone threatened you?”
“Yes. I think so. I don’t know!”
“Well, what do you know?” he demanded in frustration. “Jules, I know you’re trying, but I need you to remember!”