“I can write it. Back when the film was looking for a distributor, I already had my eye on it—it’s got real breakout potential.”
Yates’ gaze was sharp and intense. When his eyes met Jessica’s, she could feel the heat in them instantly.
She murmured a quiet thank you and looked away.
She knew about the childhood engagement—their families had arranged it long ago. She remembered they’d met as kids, but that was all; the rest was a blank. They hadn’t really been in touch over the years. Yates had spoken up for her once at the Zimmerman family’s birthday banquet, but that was about it.
To her, Yates was still a near-stranger.
Vince, on the other hand, she’d known for years.
After dinner, the three of them headed for the cinema.
Vince carried the film reel off to the projectionist, while Yates went to the counter and returned with a tub of popcorn and three sodas.
He handed Jessica the popcorn and one of the sodas. “Can’t watch a movie without these.”
“Thank you.”
Another thank you. So polite. So distant.
Yates raised an eyebrow, just a little.
“You really don’t remember anything from when we were kids?”
He’d kept silent for two days. It was time to do something—he couldn’t drag this out any longer.
His parents’ wishes couldn’t be ignored. Neither could his own heart.
Jessica shook her head gently. “I had a really bad fever when I was little. When I woke up, everything before that was gone.”
Herbert had once performed minimally invasive brain surgery on her, but he hadn’t tried to fix her memory loss. He never even knew she’d had memories to lose.
“Do you want to remember?”
Yates hoped she would. Even if those old memories included Timothy, he was in them too. The three of them had played together as children, inseparable.
If she could remember, maybe there’d be a little more closeness between them now. Maybe she’d remember the warmth of family.
She’d lost so much over the past seven years; her heart was nearly barren. She needed more love to fill the emptiness.
Jessica gave a faint smile. “Let’s just leave it up to fate. Those memories were from so long ago. Even if I remembered them, I’m not sure it would change anything now.”
There wasn’t much point.
Yates felt a pang of disappointment.
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