Ainsley pushed open the heavy double doors into a high tower house. His mother Tirzah was in the kitchen. She was still pretty, with her washed-out blonde hair and pointy nose and chin. Her eyes, as blue as his own, studied him with concern.
“Where’s Callum? You didn’t find him?”
Ainsley grabbed a cup and poured some coffee. “I did, but I left him a couple of steps back.”
“What? Why? Can he find his way here? Will he get lost?”
Ainsley gulped down his coffee as he shrugged. “He gets confused, and he’s mad, too. He’s so upset he can’t remember anything about who he is.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
Ainsley stared at her. “You think it would be better instead of waiting for him to get everything back himself?”
She sighed. “I have no say in this. It’s all your doing, Ainsley. You brought him
