Third Person’s POV
Aurelia wasn’t sure where Kai had gone.
The other man—Isaac, was it?—he’d come into the kitchen and taken a seat across the way. Paola had put coffee down in front of him almost thoughtlessly and I’d watched him warily, noting how he looked upset, eyes averted, frown apparent.
Older.
Later twenties, early thirties maybe?
Aurelia knew that she was older too. At least, older than she remembered being.
She also knew that Paola had told her this man was important to her before. But before when? Amnesia, she’d explained. Memory loss.
Aurelia couldn’t wrap her head around this whole situation. All she remembered was protecting Emelie and the man who’d taken great satisfaction with his replacement.
Then she’d woken up here, in a stra
