Chapter Thirty-One
| lynette’s pov | The doctor in front of me looks at a few papers then looks up at me, an indecisive expression on her face. What did those files say? I was dying to know; it wasn’t helping that I was like an i***t, who knew nothing about my own self. I felt a hand stay on mine, as some kind of comforting action, but finding out that Calum wasn’t just the pharmacist I’ve come to know– I only felt more uncomfortable. The only thing he said when I asked him if he knew was, “I know more than enough about you to be this worried.” It was a hundred-percent puzzling reply, but I had no one to turn to right now. He was the only one who was willing to help me; there was no other person who would. Because I was a monster, and I probably still am, deep inside this whole amnesia incident. “Hav
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