Aria
“What's going on with him?” I asked the doctor the moment he stepped out of Marcel’s room.
I’ve barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face…. that look of confusion when he looked at me. Edward said he was just exhausted, that his body needed rest. And maybe that was true, maybe I was overthinking, but still… something felt off.
“He’s just tired,” the doctor said gently “There’s a bit of temporary memory loss, but within a few days, From our little conversation it should sort itself out”
I fisted my hand so tightly I could bet I was drawing blood right now . “So what exactly are you saying about what happened last night?” My voice came out smaller than I intended.
“He doesn’t remember you at the moment,” the doctor said carefully, “but let’s stay positive. Hope is
