Lara’s POV
It was him, my brother Henry. But how could he not recognize me? Even though I was at the next table, he didn't even look at me. Did he forget me that quickly? I haven't even changed my face. It seemed impossible.
I got up and massaged my head, alone in my room, pondering what had happened at the café.
"How is that possible? Does Henry not know me? For real?" I said to myself, grappling with the bewildering situation.
Was it true what Adam once told me, that I was easy to forget? Even my own brother couldn't recognize me?
Lost in deep thought, I heard a knock on the door. At first, I thought it might be Patricia, but she never knocked; she had her key, and she wasn't even aware that I was home.
I went to open the door, but there was no one there. I looked around.
"Graham?
