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Watching him be shot over and over and over again.
Reliving the grief of losing my parents. Of losing him.
“Fuck,” I sob, burying my face in my hands.
It takes time for me to calm down, but we slowly piece together what happened from their perspectives and from mine.
By the time we finish, I’m exhausted and ready to go back to bed.
“I know your head is spinning, but that’s not all of it.” Lark glances at the other widows before her eyes find me. “On the flight here, I looked into what happened.”
“With Christian?”
She nods. “Surprisingly, your brother brought him to the hospital. Or one of his men. That’s not clear or important. He was barely clinging to life when he arrived, and they took him straight into surgery. It was touch and go for a time because of how much blood he lost, but he made it through—which you already know. But there are consequences to that kind of injury.”
“Okay?”
“The bullet struck his right hemisphere and damaged it. It caused severe memory loss and a few other issues, one of which is prosopagnosia, or face blindness. Whether that’s changed in the last ten years since he saw a doctor or not, I don’t know.”
I nod slowly. “So he doesn’t remember me? That’s why he didn’t recognize my voice or my name?”
She shrugs. “That would be my best guess.”
Well, fuck.
I don’t know what to do with this information.
I lift my legs, wrapping my arms around them as I curl into myself.
Knight pulls me into his lap, and I bury my head in his neck as I suck in his dark, sweet scent.
I hear movement and voices behind and around me, but I can’t focus on them.
All I can think about is the fact that my first love is alive but doesn’t remember me.
How can life be so cruel?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Christian
Imove through the trees on silent feet, cursing Fabian for sending me on this job.
Sure, let’s send the man with prosopagnosia to kill or kidnap someone. Such a smart plan.
But who am I to tell my boss—the man who saved my life—no?
Even if it feels like there’s something wonky about this.
Don’t start doubting him now, Christian.
Reaching the edge of the trees, I pause. My eyes sweep across the sleepy town of Widows Peak.
A town that isn’t on any map.
A town whose name I'd never heard before the other night.
A town that’s protected from outsiders.
