We drive in silence for a long while. I turn in my seat a few times to sneak a peek at Peeta. He catches my eye and winks. Even with a bandage around his head he's adorable. How did I get so lucky? I blush and turn back around, staring out the window at the buildings at the edge of the throughway. They get farther and farther apart. Where is this cabin?

Eventually Rye turns off the main highway and onto a two-lane road lined with evergreen trees. The road goes uphill ever so gradually. Rye turns off the air conditioner, pushes a button on the side of his door and all the windows in the car automatically lower. The air has cooled considerably and the car smells fresh and woodsy, like a Christmas tree lot.

I inhale deeply. A sense of calm and contentedness comes over me. "I love that smell."

"If you love it now, wait until we get there," Rye says. "We'll be in the middle of the forest. No phone, TV, or internet reception. No entertainment whatsoever other than what you can dream up yourself."

From the tone in Rye's voice, he means to be sarcastic, but I can't help but think that the isolation might help me to regain my memory, and help Peeta regain his as well. It will be the perfect place for us to learn to remember each other.

Rye glances into the rearview mirror. "Any of this scenery look familiar, Peeta?"

"Sorry, but no."

"Seeing as you claim not to remember a thing, let me prepare you for what lies ahead," Rye says. You're one of the three Mellark brothers. Phyl is the oldest. He's the bossy one. He's married to the lovely Fern. I'm the good-looking, middle son. My wife is the overly cheerful Delly. You're the runt of the family. We all work for our parents, Henry and Greta."

"What kind of business?" Peeta asks.

Rye sighs loudly. "Good grief, doesn't the name Mellark mean anything to you? Our family owns Mellark's Bakery – five shops in all."

A memory flashes through my head. I visualize the lettering - Mellark's Bakery - edged in gold on a glass door, and recall the taste of a roll filled with melting cheese. My mouth starts to water. "Does Mellark's make some kind of bun with cheese in it?"

"Cheese buns," Rye says. "Peeta came up with the idea for them."

I remember something!

"I did?" Peeta sounds dumbfounded.

"I think its fair to say you fell for my brother because of his buns. They're probably the only valuable thing he's contributed to the business."

I scowl at Rye. I don't like him insulting my husband.

"Don't give me that look, " Rye says. "I'm doing you both a big favor. You know the hospital didn't even know you two were together. I had to turn on the charm to get them to release you into my custody. I had to lie and say I was your husband because they'd never let me spring you if I was only your brother-in-law. While your real husband," he glared at Peeta in the rearview mirror, "can't remember his own name, let alone that he had a wife in the bed just across the hall from him."

So that's how it happened. "You know my mother and sister work at the hospital," I volunteer.

"I wish Peeta had told me more about you. Then I wouldn't have had to lie."

"At least that's who they said they were," I add. "I didn't remember them. But they don't look like me."

From the back seat, Peeta calls out, "You could be adopted."

Adopted? Pregnant? Married? I have no idea what I am. Obviously married though.

"Maybe if you went through your wallet or checked your phone you could learn more about yourself," Rye suggests.

It's then that I realize I have no identification. No wallet, no phone. Did I lose them in the accident? Did my Mom or sister spirit them away?

"Hey, where's my phone?" Peeta says, patting at his pockets.

"You probably left it in your vehicle," Rye says. "You always shove it in the glove box when you drive."

"Shouldn't we have gone to retrieve our car first before taking this trip?" Peeta asks.

"Yeah," I agree.

"It's wrecked," Rye said. He gives Peeta a stern glance via the rearview mirror. "You can pick it up at the impound lot when we get back."

"Back from where?" Peeta asks.

Rye hits the steering wheel with his hand. "Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying, Peeta?"

Boy I'm glad he's not my husband. He's not very patient with either of us.

"I'm taking you to the family cabin where everyone is gathering to celebrate Mom and Dad's thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Mom said they have an important announcement to make. We all think Dad's going to retire."

The conversation dies off after that. I hope we get there soon. Leaning back in my seat, I shut my eyes only to wake from a dreamless sleep when Rye shakes my shoulder. "We're here."

The house that stands in front of us is far bigger than what I'd expected when Rye called it a cabin. It's two stories high and looks like a small hunting lodge. Other cars are parked in front, nicer, newer ones than Rye's sedan. These people are rich. I've married into money. Or maybe I already was wealthy. The thought intrigues me.

We get out of the car and Rye leads us inside. A man as tall as Rye but with white strands woven throughout his fair hair rushes up to Peeta in the entry. "Are you all right, son? Your head…"

"I have ten stitches," Peeta announces.

"Oh, you poor kid. Give your old man a hug." His arms go around Peeta and he squeezes him tight.

"Rye told us you took a bride," he says. "I wish you'd told us sooner that you'd met someone. You can only imagine the conversation that your Mom and Delly had on the ride up here." He rolls his eyes upward in mock horror before turning to me. "Hello, I'm your father-in-law Henry. And you're…"

"Katniss."

He puts out his arms and I willingly step into them. "You're a brave girl to join us here this weekend. It's not going to be pretty," he whispers to me, before giving me a generous hug.

When he lets go, I notice his grimace. I thought this was supposed to be an anniversary party. Why is he so upset?

Rye clears his throat. "There's been a slight complication, Dad. It seems that as a result of the car crash, Peeta and Katniss have amnesia."

"Is that true?" Henry raises his eyebrows.

"Yes," I answer. "I didn't even remember I was married."

"Sometimes, I wish the same. Well, hopefully you'll be back to your old selves soon enough. Now come inside. Peeta, show your bride around the place."

"But I don't remember…" Peeta says.

Henry slaps his forehead. "Oh right. Rye, show your brother and his bride where they can put their things."

Things? Peeta and I only have the clothes on our back. How long are we staying here?

Nervously, I rub my stomach as we follow Rye through a living room filled with leather couches and heavy oak furniture that opens to a large kitchen with a granite island. Around the corner is a wide staircase. "I don't know where everyone's gotten to," Rye says. "Come upstairs and I'll show you to your bedroom."

Our bedroom. My heart races.

The bedroom is the first door at the top of the stairs. Peeta and I go inside to find a double bed covered in a plaid blanket, a dresser, and large upholstered armchair.

"I'll leave you two to get settled," Rye says, closing the door and leaving me alone with Peeta.

"So do you remember this room?" I ask my husband, as I look around. The view of towering trees from the window is stupendous.

"Nope, I don't. I don't remember anything about this house."

"It's spectacular. Your family's bakery must be doing great."

"It must be. I sure hope my memory comes back soon, though; because I have no idea what I do for them other than invent the occasional baked good. I hope I'm not keeping the accounts. I've never liked math."

I can't help but grin at him. "See you remember something." I sit down in the armchair, while Peeta sits on the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Do you remember anything else?" he asks.

"No, just the cheese buns."

"It's weird I can't remember you," Peeta says. "You're so pretty, I can't figure out how I could ever forget you."

I blush at his words, but we're newlyweds. I expect he's complimented my appearance many times already.

He pats the space on the bed beside him. "I was thinking maybe we could help each other remember."

My cheeks flush. "I don't think it's a good idea to be getting physical now."

Besides how cheesy would that be for my memory to return suddenly after experiencing Peeta's charms? Like Snow White waking up after being kissed by the prince.

This time his face goes red. "No, I agree. I'd feel as if I was taking advantage of you." He runs a hand through his hair, making the curls go awry.

He's so handsome. Be still my heart!

"I just thought if we could sit, hold hands and talk, and breathe each other's air, perhaps it would spark our memories."

"That might work." I leave the chair and climb onto the bed, sitting alongside Peeta. I reach for his hand. It's big and calloused. I rub my hand over it before interlocking my fingers through his.