I went back home to decide my next steps. I was still unsure what to do next.

I had to talk to Uncle. That much was clear. But should I delay it or do it as fast as I can.

It was evident to me that he was definitely hiding something. I just didn't know what. And the fact no one knew where he was when the incident happened raised some uncomfortable questions. I didn't want to think along those lines.

But the facts were out there. He was agitated much before the incident, and he was not grieving as expected. Despite all their problems, I knew Priya meant the world to him. So what could possibly be bothering him more than her death?

It was raising a lot of troubling possibilities. But I refused to entertain those thoughts at the moment, at least not until I talked to Uncle directly.

While I was lost in thought, I had an unexpected visitor. It was Mary. She was still concerned about me and had come to check up on me.

I felt a lot different when Mary came this time. Unlike the last time I saw her, I now knew how close we had been and what we had gone through together. I told her how I went through my diaries and had recovered some of my earlier memories. She was very relieved to hear that.

But for a moment, I felt like I sensed some concern in her eyes. Maybe I imagined it, or was I getting paranoid? She had done nothing but help me throughout my life. I had no reasons to doubt her of anything.

I decided to share with her everything I knew so far. I was having a hard time keeping all my thoughts to myself. And having someone to share them with was undoubtedly helpful.

After listening to everything I had to say, she was lost in thought for some time before she spoke again.

"I agree with you, Jacob. Everything does not seem ok with Uncle. But I refuse to believe he even had a small hand in what happened. If that’s what you are even considering. I think you should talk to him directly as soon as possible and clear all your doubts.

Though reluctantly, I agreed with her. It was one conversation I wanted to avoid, but I didn’t think I could delay it any further.

I asked Mary to join me. But she refused as she believed the chances of Uncle opening up to me was more if I talked to him alone.

I agreed with her on that as well. I decided to go and meet Uncle and end this dilemma once and for all.

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I had got a rented car for a couple of days, till I could get my vehicle released from Police.

I went directly to Priya’s home. It was a place filled with so many beautiful memories for me. But all of them were too painful to remember now. The place felt so different without Priya there. I tried my best not to think about it.

The Butler opened the door for me. I inquired him about Uncle, and he told me he was in his study. I went over to his study. It was barely lightened and had a lot of smoke.

It took me some time to find Uncle in all the smoke and the bad lighting. He was on the sofa, lost in his thoughts and had not noticed my arrival yet.

I made a slight coughing noise to make him aware of my presence.

"Who is it?”

He was already irritated from his tone.

"It's me. Jacob.”

His expression changed immediately, and there was apparent anger on his face when he saw it was me.

"What do you want? Why are you here?”

I tried to be as normal as possible, considering the situation.

"I was hoping I could speak with you.”

"What more do you want from us? You have already destroyed my family. I should have never let you near my daughter or my family. My family was beautiful till you came along. I should just shoot you or get you arrested.”

I could feel the pain and anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry. But I didn't want any of this to happen either.”

"Like any help, your sorry would do. You destroyed this family. Do you know how many fights you caused between Priya and me over her wish to be with you? I finally agreed. That was the final straw. And then you got her killed and furthermore….”

Wait a second. Something was not right here. Uncle seemed to be upset over something more than his daughter’s death. And I can’t for the life of me imagine what that could be. I decided to be bold and ask him straight.

"And furthermore, what, Uncle?”

He quickly calmed down a bit.

"Nothing. I'm just angry at everyone and especially at you.”

I decided this was the best time to clear all my doubts and be straightforward about it.

"Uncle, did you meet Priya on the day of the incident?”

"No.”

"Where were you that day?”

"Why should I tell you? And who are you to ask me all these questions?”

"Ok. I'm going to come forward and ask. Did you have anything to do with what happened that day?”

I could see apparent confusion on his face for a second and then anger.

"What? You think I had something to do with what happened to Priya. You, Rascal. How dare you?”

That was a genuine reaction. I guess that meant he had nothing to do with what happened to Priya and me. Then what was he hiding? I decided to be frank with him.

"Ok. I don't know where you were that day. Nobody does. And I can clearly see something is bothering you more than Priya’s death. I also don't think you are putting enough pressure on the Police to get the case solved. Tell me what am I missing.”

For a second, he went silent. His expression suggested he was considering whether to talk with me further or not. Finally, he spoke after few seconds.

"Tell me. I have heard that you have lost most of your memories. Have you recovered from that?”

"Partially. I remember everything except for the last one year.”

"How convenient for you. Just forget the important stuff.”

I couldn’t but help feel a bit ashamed at that comment. As even I thought the same and blamed myself for it. I tried to ignore that comments and continued.

"I don't understand what you are trying to say. Could you be more direct?”

"I guess there no point hiding from you when you can easily know everything when your memory returns.”

"Tell me. Did you know Priya was pregnant?

Pregnant! I felt like my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't breathe.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill. I couldn't think straight.

Did I lose more than Priya? Did I lose my kid as well and was unaware of it?