The old man's voice trembled with excitement.
"Me? Are you talking to me?"
Ethan sat down calmly next to him.
"Don't you remember me? I'm your Uncle Frank!"
The old man looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"I had a car accident and lost many of my memories," Ethan admitted honestly.
"Ah, that explains it..." Frank murmured, and then his voice turned angry.
"That snake told me you were dead!"
Ethan frowned, struggling to recall his past but drawing a blank.
"Tell me more, Uncle Frank," he pleaded.
"Of course! What do you want to know?"
"Who am I?" Ethan asked eagerly.
He had his suspicions, but he needed confirmation.
Only someone who had lost their memory could understand the loneliness and fear of being erased from the world.
Frank looked around to make sure
