Agnes stood there, rigid as a statue, not a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
Ivan couldn’t help but chuckle, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Agnes, what’s up with you? You look at me like I’m a stranger. Are you that overwhelmed to see me?”
Agnes remained silent, her gaze a mix of confusion and awkwardness as she looked at the man standing before her.
That’s when Jared chimed in, “Ivan, she genuinely doesn’t remember you.”
Ivan’s face shifted, disbelief flashing across his eyes.
“What do you mean, Jared? She doesn’t remember me? Did something happen to her?”
Jared sighed, his eyes betraying a hint of sadness. “She’s lost some of her memory. She doesn’t remember any of us.”
Ivan was stunned. “Not even you?”
Jared didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
It was true. Agnes couldn’t recall even Jared.
“How did this happen?” Ivan muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
But his shock was fleeting. In a matter of seconds, Ivan regained his composure, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Well, whatever the case, it’s great to have you back, Agnes. If you don’t remember, we can just start over.”
He extended his hand with a gentlemanly charm. “Hi, I’m Ivan, your good friend. Let’s get to know each other all over again.”
There was something infectious about his smile. Agnes felt a warmth creeping into her heart, prompting her to smile back. She shook his hand, “I’m sorry I forgot you, but I’d love to be friends again.”
Ivan rushed to her side, steadying her. “Mamie, take it easy. Don’t get too excited. Think of the baby.”
Mamie seemed oblivious to his words, her focus solely on Agnes.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached Agnes, scrutinizing her from head to toe, then gripping her hands, her voice trembling with emotion. “Agnes, am I dreaming? You’re really here, standing right in front of me. Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
Ivan interjected softly, “It’s not a dream. Agnes is back, and she’s okay.”
Mamie pulled Agnes into a heartfelt embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You have no idea how worried I’ve been. Thank goodness you’re safe.”
Agnes, even though she didn’t remember this woman, was deeply moved by the raw, genuine relief and joy in her voice. It was as if that emotion reached out and wrapped around her heart, pulling her into the moment.
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