“For the most part, yeah,” he says. “You were always out. Always. Out with your boyfriend, out with your friends, out doing God knows what. I think you liked being unpredictable.” I stare at a photo of me laughing, my arms thrown around the people on either side of me. “But you clashed with your family a fair bit. There were a lot of arguments around here before.”

“Wow, I sound great,” I say sarcastically, causing him to break out in a grin.

“You are,” he reassures me.

“At least we get along. It’s good to know I wasn’t public enemy number one.”

He ducks his head, coughing to cover a laugh. I can’t explain it, but being around him is the most relaxed I’ve felt in the short amount of life that I can remember. I believe that we were close before everything happened. It makes him feel more familiar than anyone else. Maybe the relationship with my mother and sister truly was strained.

“What’s it like?” he asks suddenly.

“The whole amnesia thing?”

He nods.

“Like I’ve stepped into somebody’s life and now I’m picking up where they left off, except I have no idea what happened before I got here. Everyone is going to expect me to be that girl,” I say, pointing at the photos on the wall, “but I don’t even know her. All I’m going to do is disappoint everyone. I have this constant feeling of guilt—”

“Stop right there.” Parker interrupts me, his hand on my arm. “You have absolutely no reason to feel guilty. This isn’t your fault. You didn’t choose this.”

It’s the first time I’ve heard the words, and I didn’t realize how much I needed them until now. “I don’t know why, but I feel like I can trust you. I trust that you’ll tell me the truth.”

“Of course,” he says, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “You can always ask me anything.”

“Thanks.” I look down at our intertwined fingers.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he murmurs, letting go of my hand.

In the next second, he’s cupping my face. A jolt runs down my spine as he leans closer and I freeze, but it only takes a second for me to come to my senses.

Placing my hands on his chest, I hurriedly push him away and stand up. “What the hell are you doing?”

Parker looks equally shocked, mouth floundering to come up with an explanation. I wait for him to speak, and he runs a hand over his cropped hair, cursing under his breath. “I’m sorry—that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You’re Audrey’s boyfriend.”

“I am,” he confirms, his voice low.

“Then what was that?”