Agnes was feeling a whirlwind of emotions—guilt mixed with a deep sense of being touched. She never expected that after being away for six months, there were still people who genuinely cared about her. She still had so many friends.
In Agnes's current memory, her best friend growing up was always Jenny. But then Elton had told her that Jenny had completely betrayed her. Learning about this had left Agnes heartbroken and feeling like a failure. How could a friend she had cherished for so many years turn her back on her like that? Maybe it was her own fault for not being good enough.
But Agnes hadn't anticipated that there were still friends around her who truly cared.
"Ivan, what’s going on? You look like you've got something important to say," Mamie asked, her curiosity piqued.
Ivan cleared his throat, "Well, after Agnes fell into the sea, she hit her head. She’s lost her memory."
Mamie's reaction mirrored Ivan’s earlier response—initial shock followed by disbelief. Agnes had seen this expression many times since she'd returned.
Mamie turned to gaze at Agnes’ face, trying to process the news. "Is that true? Agnes, do you really not remember me?"
When asked that question, Agnes felt a pang of guilt. These were people who cared about her, who were likely important in her life. Yet she was the one who had forgotten them. It felt like she had betrayed them all. All she could manage to say was, "I'm sorry."
Even though Agnes had mentally prepared herself, she still wasn’t sure how she’d handle it if the child suddenly appeared and called her "Mom." It was better that he was asleep; it gave her time to ready herself.
Ivan exchanged a look with Jared. Jared suggested, "Let’s go check on Nocturne. We’ll need your help with him for a while longer, Ivan. Agnes and I have some things we need to work through."
Ivan's expression was tinged with complexity. He understood that with Agnes’s amnesia, she wouldn’t remember Jared. Ivan knew better than anyone what Jared and Agnes had been through over the years. Their love was profound and enduring, like a fortress they’d painstakingly built over eight years, only for it to be leveled overnight. It must be a tough pill to swallow.
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