When I enter the penthouse, Iris gets up from the piano and comes toward me. “Hey! You’re a little early. Hungry?” she asks with a wide smile and a coy look in her bright gray eyes.
“I missed you.” I pull her tightly into my arms. She’s right here. With me. But cold fear slithers up my spine, whispering that she’s slipping out of reach.
She wraps her arms around me. “I missed you too, Tony,” she says, but I can hear the unspoken question—what’s wrong?
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say.
“Okay.”
I swallow, suddenly afraid. Is meeting Yuna going to be enough to make Iris remember our last fight? How I hurt her?
“What is it?” she prompts.
I clear my throat and pull out my phone. “A woman came by my office after seeing the restaurant incident video. She says she knows you and that she’s your friend. She wants to meet you.” I put Yuna’s picture on the screen and tilt the phone toward Iris. “This is her. What do you want to do? You don’t have to meet her if you don’t wan—”
“Oh my God!”
“What?” This is an extreme reaction. Is Yuna not the friend I thought? Did something scary happen between them, and is seeing Yuna’s picture triggering it?
Iris has both hands over her mouth. “I know her! I remembered her while I was practicing!”
What?So Iris is starting to recall her past, albeit in disjointed pieces. How much more does she remember? What else hasn’t she shared?
Maybe she doesn’t want to tell you because you shut her down when she asked for help locating the girl in the blue dress.
Fuck.Panic and fear twist around me, making me numb and unable to process.
Iris is gripping my wrists. “Did she leave a number or something? I have to see her! I looked everywhere to figure out who she is!”
Holy shit. My discouraging remark didn’t make any difference. She’s still actively trying to figure out what the fragments of her memory mean. Does Sam know? Now I almost wish I’d told Yuna Iris doesn’t want to see anyone from her past, but it’s too late.
“She’s waiting downstairs.” My voice is calm even though dread is clawing at me. “Let me call the concierge and bring her up.”