Asher's POV
“All I have left is Cohen” her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Come back later, Mr. Moretti. When he regains his memory” her eyes pleaded with me.
“I told you, I'll make him remember” I took a few steps forward, my hand landing on the doorknob of the door in front of me.
I twisted the doorknob, the door creaking open.
Sunlight seeped in through the window, blinding my eyes for a second.
My legs moved above the gravel as I made my way inside.
I sighted him immediately. Cohen.
His room was big, painted in blue, but the room was a mess.
Paintings covered the walls and the floor, papers lying recklessly on the ground.
His mother appeared behind me, standing by my side. “you see? This is what he does all day, paint.”
I didn't want to believe that, but when
