Chapter 3: The Memory She Stole
The words stayed in Daniel’s mind all night.
Mr. Mercer isn’t supposed to remember.
Not “he won’t remember.””
Not “he can’t remember.””
Supposed to.
As if someone had planned it.
As if his memory loss had been a part of a design.
By morning, the Mercer house looked nothing like the mansion people admired from outside.
The flowers from the charity event were still arranged in the entrance.
The expensive decorations were still hanging.
But the warmth was gone.
The house felt like a stage after the actors left.
Daniel found Claire in the kitchen making tea for Ivy.
It was such a normal scene that it hurt.
Claire knew exactly how Ivy liked it.
She cut the toast into small triangles.
She wiped honey from the edge of the plate.
Things a stranger would not know.
Things a mother knew.
Daniel watched silently.
Claire noticed him.
“She always hated crusts.””
Daniel looked at Ivy.
“She does.””
Claire smiled sadly.
“I know.””
That simple answer hurt more than any accusation.
Daniel sat down.
“Tell me about us.””
Claire placed the cup down.
“We met when you were building your first company.””
“I don’t remember.””
“I know.””
“You loved me?””
Claire looked at him.
“Yes.””
The honesty in her voice made it impossible to doubt.
“Then why did I marry Sabrina?””
Claire looked away.
“Because you forgot me.””
Daniel waited.
“She told you I left. She told you I abandoned you after the accident.””
“And I believed her?””
“You didn’t remember enough not to.””
Daniel looked down.
“How did she get control over my life?””
Claire hesitated.
“She was there when you woke up.””
The answer landed heavily.
Sabrina had not just entered his life.
She had entered during the moment he was most vulnerable.
“She became the person who explained your past.””
Claire’s voice broke.
“And she made sure I was removed from it.””
Daniel closed his eyes.
A memory flashed.
A hospital hallway.
Sabrina crying beside him.
Someone telling him:
“She left you.””
Then another memory.
A woman standing outside a hospital room.
Claire.
Holding a baby.
Waiting.
Daniel opened his eyes.
“I saw you.””
Claire nodded.
“Yes.””
“Why don’t I remember?””
“Because the medication affected your memory.””
Daniel looked at her.
“No.””
Claire froze.
“What?””
“No.””
He stood.
“Because someone wanted me not to remember.””
At that moment, the front door slammed.
A security officer rushed inside.
“Mr. Mercer.””
Daniel turned.
“What happened?””
The officer looked nervous.
“Mrs. Mercer left.””
The detective stood immediately.
“Left?””
“She was gone before we secured the west gate.””
Daniel felt a wave of anger.
“She walked out?””
The officer swallowed.
“She didn’t walk out.””
He handed Daniel a photograph.
A security image.
Sabrina entering the underground garage.
With someone else.
Daniel looked closer.
The man beside her.
His face was partly hidden.
But Daniel recognized something.
A watch.
A scar on the hand.
A detail from the recording.
The detective saw his expression.
“You know him?””
Daniel shook his head slowly.
“No.””
Then he stopped.
Because somewhere deep inside his broken memories, he did.
The detective leaned closer.
“Who is he?””
Daniel stared at the photograph.
“My brother.””
The room went silent.
Claire whispered:
“Daniel… you don’t have a brother.””
Daniel looked at her.
But the certainty was gone.
Because suddenly he remembered a name.
A name he had not spoken in twelve years.
“Ethan.””
The detective searched the database.
A few seconds later, his face changed.
“Mr. Mercer.””
Daniel looked up.
“What?””
“Ethan Mercer died twelve years ago.””
Nobody spoke.
Daniel stared at the photograph.
The dead man standing beside his wife.
The man who was not supposed to exist.
Then Claire noticed something.
A small detail in the corner of the image.
A date.
The photograph had been taken yesterday.
And below it was a timestamp.
Three minutes before Sabrina attacked Ivy.
Claire whispered:
“She wasn’t running from us.””
Daniel looked at her.
“What?””
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Claire pointed at the photograph.
“She was meeting him.””
