Chapter 96
Carmen’s POV
I leaned closer, resting my forehead against his arm, sobbing. Some of the nurses walking past the door glanced in with sympathetic eyes, and I made sure they saw me shaking, broken and devoted. The image was everything I wanted it to be.
He watched me with confusion, his breathing uneven. His hand twitched under mine, not pulling away but not holding on either. His gaze darted around the room as though looking for answers written on the walls, something solid to tether his mind to.
“Brain… damage,” he murmured to himself. Then louder: “So I can’t remember..... anything about my past life, my relationships, my family.... I can’t remember anything???? Huhhhh......”
I lifted my tear-streaked face and nodded fervently. “Yes, but that doesn’t matter. You’re alive
