Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 244

Ana’s looks puzzled. “That makes sense?”

“The note. The ransom note that fucker left. It went something like ‘Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are, Baby Bird.’”

Ana still looks confused.

“It’s from a kid’s book. The Colliers had it. It was called Are You My Mother? Shit.” I imagine the cover in my mind’s eye: the little bird and the sad, old dog. “I loved that book. Mrs. Collier used to read it to me. Christ. He knew. That fucker knew.”

Though I have no memory of him…thank God.

“Will you tell the police?”

“Yes. I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information.”

I exhale. They’re here, in my brain, the missing memories. It’s a relief. And once more I’m grateful that my parents came to see me this evening. They’ve dislodged whatever was holding these recollections back.

Ana smiles, relieved for me, I think. But enough of my fucked-up history. I owe Ana an explanation. But where to start? She might be too tired; she’s worked hard to entertain my family. “Thank you for this evening.”

“For what?”

“Catering for my family at a moment’s notice.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Mia. And Mrs. Jones. She keeps the pantry well stocked.”

Ana! Take a compliment. She’s such an exasperating woman sometimes, but I let it go. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Grey?”

“Good. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

Ana’s eyes light up, and her fingers dance over my belly.

I laugh and grab her hand. “Oh, no. Don’t get any ideas.”

Her lips purse in disappointment, and she stares up at me through her lashes again. “Ana, Ana, Ana, what am I going to do with you?” I kiss her hair.

“I have some ideas.” She wriggles beside me and stops suddenly, her face scrunched in pain.

Ana! You’re hurt.

She smiles quickly, to reassure me.

“Baby, you’ve been through enough. Besides, I have a bedtime story for you.”

She looks up, expectant.

“You wanted to know…” I close my eyes and swallow, as my mind drifts back to my adolescence.

I’m fifteen again.