Abel's POV
When I woke up, my heart skipped in fright as I recalled yesterday's tribulation. On getting up from the sofa my heart beat more when I saw Lyn's eyes open gazing towards me. I approached her hesitantly, relief washing over me when she responded to my question. But her sarcastic remark about her eyes and ears not being decorations stung, and I thought she was angry with me.
When she criticized my attire, I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I had never been in my nightwear in front of her before, and I hastily excused myself to shower and dress up. But her next question left me reeling.
"How did I get here? And who are you?" I felt like I had been punched in the gut. How could she not know me? I must have misheard her, I thought, my mind racing. I drew closer, searching her eye
