Elara's POV
"You really want to know?" He asked again after a few seconds of me saying nothing.
Of course, I wanted to know.
My memory had gaps, I was well aware of that.
After everything that happened, my brain had adapted to the point of auto-delete. Any memory it felt wasn't right, or was too overwhelming... Or it just didn't want to remember, got deleted and stored somewhere else.
It was a defense mechanism.
That was one of the reasons I was able to do so despite everything. Because some of the most painful ones faded to black.
"What if I say I'd tell you how I know you, and why Jayden is..." Maurice continued. "Jayden is obsessed with you."
What the... How would he know that? And I didn't particularly say the man was obsessed.
"What? How could you know that?" I asked,
