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Portia swallows hard and nods. “I get it. I need to pump the brakes. I’m just so excited to see you again.”
“It must be weird for you too,” Wyatt says. “We had a relationship, but it’s gone now.”
“Not necessarily,” Richmond says. “If we get you two back in the recording studio, it might be the magic fix that brings everything back to you.”
“I... I...” Wyatt looks up at Richmond, and then pans around to the others on his team. “I don’t kn-know if I’m ready.”
“Your voice is exceptional as always,” Erika encourages.
“And what about that magic moment?” Lexy cheers. “You sang with Portia and then it was like your memory was coming back. It’s like you’re getting pieced back together.”
“Portia’s the key to getting your life back,” Richmond says. “You two can pick up where you left off.”
How am I still standing?
Wyatt flinches. “But, I... I...”
“You should do it,” I blurt.
Wyatt turns to me with surprise.
I nod, giving him a smile. “You’ve got to. What if it brings your memory back?”
“But we...”
I cut him off. “You’re so close. You said it yourself. Don’t you want to clear the fog?”
“Yeah, but we were...”
“It’s okay,” I say, pushing harder for a smile. “This is important. You’ve got to try.”
It’s agonizing, but this is the life he chose for himself before the accident. The fame and the popstar by his side. I need him to know he can forget about going to Victoria Falls with me. I’m not going to hold him back.
His parents were right all along.
I’m an unwanted distraction.
Portia curls her arm around Wyatt’s. “Yay. We’re going back to the studio, baby.”
Wyatt looks down at her arm around him, and then he gasps. “Wait, I remember you.”
All the team members angle themselves closer to the couch, waiting on bated breath for confirmation Wyatt’s memory has finally returned.
“You were on that TV show,” Wyatt says, furrowing his brow to recall the information. “What was it called, ‘Boy Crazy,’ or something? You were the one who sang, right?”
Portia lets out a giddy laugh, flicking her long, sleek hair over her shoulder. “Yeah, that was me. I played Heather on the show, but left after season two when my concert tours blew out.”
“Yeah, I remember watching you after school.”
“That’s so cute,” Portia gushes. “Did you ever imagine back then we’d end up singing together?”
“Ah, no, not at all.”
Portia giggles and traces her index finger under his chin. “We’ve done a lot together.”
Seemingly hypnotized by her dark, almond eyes, there’s only slight hesitation from Wyatt as he tilts his head back.
“Right before your accident, we were in the middle of working on a song together,” Portia says.
