Lucille’s mind spun as she tried to navigate through the fragments of her memory. The encounter with Zack left her shaken and disoriented. The mere thought of his presence triggered an inexplicable fear that she couldn't rationalize.
"That man... why do I feel scared of him?" Her voice trembled with unease as she grappled with the flashes of the unsettling encounter.
"Lucille, you're awake.” Eleanor entered. Her sudden appearance brought a sense of relief, albeit momentarily. “How are you feeling?" Eleanor's concern was evident in her voice.
"I... I don't know," Lucille stammered, her thoughts still clouded by the haunting image of Zack. "What happened?" she asked.
"You collapsed suddenly," Eleanor explained gently. "Do you not remember?"
Lucille's brows furrowed as she struggled to g
