[Continuation of the first part of Chapter 1]
“March 31, 2024, is a Sunday, not a Friday,” the nurse says while checking Latton's vital signs.
Her voice instantly jolted Latton back to her senses. She glanced at the door where the doctor had just got out of.
“It’s normal that your memory is blurry. Don’t push yourself too much, everything will return soon.” The nurse added.
When she looked at the nameplate she saw the nurse’s name was Karen.
“Thank you, Karen,” she mumbles in a low voice.
Karen smiled, then before she left she said, “We’ve already contacted your family members. They should be here in no time.”
Latton nods.
“I’ve lost two years of my life?” She said to herself.
Her head still hurts, and her mind is filled with clouded memories, her thoughts are mashed, flashing lik
