Chapter Forty-Five
Trina’s POV
I hesitate, quickly searching for an answer that doesn’t involve admitting I’d been snooping through their father’s study. “Yes,” I whisper as if scared to pierce through the silence the night provides. “I keep seeing these people, keep seeing flashes that never stay. Sometimes, I see myself running away from something or someone I can’t see, and at other times, I am lost in the middle of nowhere. It's hard falling asleep knowing that’s what will grace my sight the next time I close my eyes.”
The intensity in his eyes reduces as if suddenly reminded of my amnesia. Sighing, his hands trace the intricacies of the wood. “I’m really sorry you have to go through this. I wish I could do something to help you, something to bring your memories back so you don’t ha
