Sick

I looked at Kieran. ‘I’m going upstairs.’ He was concerned. ‘Are you sure you are okay?’ ‘I’m fine.’ I fled the kitchen before the pasted-on smile on my face fell apart. This Sarah who usurped my place in the kitchen, who inserted herself into the role of hostess, did not look like she’d lost her memory at all. Eimile was always gushing about how nice Sarah was, how she was kind and understanding. This Sarah I’d gotten to know was nothing like it. Was she faking the amnesia? To what end? What was she hoping to achieve by coming back here after nine years? I dragged myself upstairs, plopped down, back first, onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as if the answer would reveal itself. A few minutes later, Kieran came into the room. ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ He sat down next to me, touched my cheek. ‘Are you feeling unwell?’ ‘I’m fine.’ I sat up. ‘How was breakfast? The scrambled egg toast smelled delicious.’ He shrugged but said nothing. ‘Sarah told me you are taking Mia to visit your family