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“Try the CPR again. Better yet, let me try.”
I tried giving CPR, but nothing was working. Tears blurred my vision as another soul-shattering sob erupted from within me. Theo sat with his back against his yacht, horror plastered over his face.
“I’m calling 911.” He said.
I was crying ugly, and my sounds were muffled because I buried my face in Castle’s wet shirt front.
Suddenly, there was movement.
It almost felt like a miracle.
Castle coughed up the lake water and sat up, hacking and sputtering.
He jabbed a finger accusingly at Theo. “You tried to kill me!”
The silence in the yacht was deafening.
Who was this?
The Castle with amnesia or the Castle who remembers the past?
I wasn’t the only one who was confused. Theo looked scared and curious on equal measures.
Had it worked?
Ronald brought a towel that he used to dry Castle’s hair.
“I’m very sorry.” Theo said, “I was desperate for you to remember everything, so I tried to recreate the day of the boating accident. I swear I wasn’t planning to kill you.”
Castle didn’t look convinced. “Millie, I want to go back to the mansion.”
He called meMillie.
Theo noticed that too.
It hadn’t worked.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said, helping him out of his wet shirt. He changed into some dry clothes, which were available in the master bedroom upstairs.
“Were…were you in on this, too? Drowning me?” He asked me, his brown eyes shining with betrayal. It hurt to see that he would think I was capable of doing this to him.
“Of course not.”
“I told you I didn’t want to be on the boat, but you insisted, and I trusted you.” He said, “You had this planned with Theodore!”
“I swear, I didn’t know what he was about to do. Castle…baby…” I started touching his head when he slapped my hand away.
“I don’t…I don’t want you anywhere near my sight. Leave me alone.”
“Alright,” I said, deciding to give him some space. He would talk to me again tomorrow morning.
Truthfully, if the roles were reversed and if my husband had tried to drown me with the help of my sister, I’d be mad too, so I couldn’t blame him.
I went back outside, where Theo had changed into a pair of clean clothes. He looked at me regretfully before staring out into the dark.
“I owe you an apology.” He whispered. “I really thought it would work and I don’t know why I assumed that if we recreated that day, he would remember. I thought if he drowned again?—”
“Again? You mean he drowned before?”