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“There’s no one here by that name ma’am, but you can ask in the village,” he smiled and moved towards the shack.
    Her legs felt like lead as she followed him. “Demetri!” she shrieked.
    He stopped and turned, confused. “Is…is that my name?” his face lightened up and he rushed over to her. “Do you know me? Who are you?”
    “Stop fooling around Demetri,” she felt light headed.
    “Look lady, this is no joke. I can’t remember anything before a month ago…nothing nada, zilch. You’re the first person who showed any signs of knowing me.”
    “You don’t remember anything?” she saw what appeared to be hope written on his face, and she gained strength from it. “You don’t remember?”
    “No…nothing since I came here,” he said, searching her face. “Who are you?” he asked once more.
    “Caroline…your fiancé,” she said, her voice growing husky. How could he not recognize me, she inwardly screamed.
    Demetri’s eyes narrowed and furrows formed in his brows. “Fiancé,” he repeated, as if to himself. “Fiancé.”
    “Yes, we would have been getting married this weekend,” she said.
    He shook his head, “I’m sorry,” he gripped the sides of his head and closed his eyes. “I can’t remember anything!”
    Caroline looked around, her eyes absorbing the small hut. A blackened pot sat upon three stones where it was apparent he cooked his meals. A few items of clothing hung from a tree branch and a grass bed was in one corner of the hut.
    “Is this where you’ve been living?” she asked, slowly moving forward.
    He snatched the clothes from the tree branch, walked over to the hut and dropped them on the bed. Demetri nodded. He went behind the shack and brought around a tree stump which he offered her to sit on.
    “Thanks,” she murmured.
    It was weird. She spent the last month mourning him, thinking about him every single day, hoping he would come back to her. Now that he has, he was a complete stranger. Caroline wanted to touch him, hold him, and tell him that all would be well. However, she placed her hands in her lap and wrung them together nervously.
    What was she to do now? She found her man, but he didn’t know her. Should she call her brother? Can she convince him to go back to the States? Many questions passed through her mind. She wondered how he survived. What he ate. What he did for money.
    “I’m sorry…Caroline…it’s Caroline, isn’t it?”
    She felt the tears sting the back of her eyes but she fought against letting them slip. She didn’t want to break down in front of Demetri like this. He must be having a hard enough time without her getting all weak and flustered because he could not remember her. He was alive, and that was good enough. She needed some time to think about her next move and it was getting late in the afternoon anyway.
    “Can I come see you tomorrow, so we can talk?” she asked hopefully. “I’ll tell you everything then.”
    “If you want to,” he grunted.
    “Okay,” she got up from the stool and headed onto the path back to the beach.
    It’s been hours since she left the hotel. Hours that sped by very quickly. It was almost five and the sun had begun to sink on the horizon. She had only about forty minutes of light left, and she was miles away from the resort. She’d never walked alone at night on the island before, and though the crime rate was extremely low, she was still a little afraid.
    She moved as rapidly as possible along the white sands. As she moved, she got the feeling that she was being followed, but each time she stopped and looked back, she saw no one. With the speed which she was going, Carline made it back to the hotel before dark. She was about to step on the veranda of her suite when she backtracked a few feet and looked down the beach. There, walking slowly along the sand, was Demetri. He’d followed her, perhaps to make sure she was safe.
    Jacob was already on his flight to Fiji when she called the house.