Jordan was obviously hiding something away from me, that alone ruined my mood for a while so I did not ask further questions. He seemed to be okay with that also then the only silence breaker we had was the sound of a knife against the wooden chopping board and sizzling oil in the hot pan.

I knew that the story was somewhere in my memory but it would not just come. It seemed as though my memories only came to me whenever they wanted to. 

 While I watched him, my nostrils suddenly became so sensitive to smell.

It was very strong on me that my countenance changed drastically. I...