He blinked. **What?**
“Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.
His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”
**W-wait, hold on.**
He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~
“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”
**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**
“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the n
