Chapter Sixty-three

"Yeah," he calmly replied.

"The first day at the school parking lot," I chipped in.

"No, it wasn't the first day we met; don't you remember me from somewhere?" he asked.

"No, I don't," confusion written all over me,

"What game is he playing this time around?" I asked myself.

"We met for the first time on January 6th; don't you remember?" he said.

"6th of January," I repeated, wondering why the date sounded so familiar. I was about to ask him about the date when it hit me.

"That date, how do you know it?" I inquired.

"Why, do you remember me now?" he curiously asked.

"Not really," I replied. I could sense the disappointment in his voice when he let out a sigh.

"I know it was your mom's death anniversary the day we met," he said to me. I was wondering just how far he researched on me; I don't remember telling anyone about my mom's death anniversary. I find myself wanting to be all alone each time it's my mom's death anniversary.

"How on earth do you know that? Have you been watching me