Chapter Fifty:
There’s something wrong.
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TWO WEEKS HAD passed.
Over that course of time, a lot of things had happened. Almost daily therapy sessions with Doctor Mendoza. New Year’s Eve with my family, and the actual New Year’s day. Visiting the Memorial Garden—this time with my family. Lunch date with my mother at her bakery shop. And a dinner date with Sebastian that he prepared all by himself.
— which I didn’t expect at all.
It had been the busiest two weeks of my life ever since I woke up from the coma. Although it was tiring, I honestly enjoyed my time. At first, I thought that experiencing a whole lot of things in a different body would be horrific; it wasn’t the case when it comes to my family. They have always made me feel like I’m at home… that I am home—that there’s nothing
