Memory Loss

She threw my hand out of her own and stomped her foot, standing just outside the cave.

"I'm not taking one more step until you tell me why I can't remember anything before this morning!"

I shook my head.

"I told you, you can't know!"

"And I'm not accepting that!"

I sighed and pulled a letter out of my rucksack.

"Look, this is a risk, but before we decided this, you wrote yourself a letter."

I passed it over, and she read it quickly. I was ready to explain why the handwriting looked different to hers, but she was satisfied.