Maybe it was just his imagination, but Joshua could swear this headache was worse than any he’d had before.
Even now, fully awake, the pain throbbed relentlessly.
He reached up, almost without thinking, and his fingers brushed against a bandage wrapped around his head.
In that instant, memories came flooding back—rushing in like a tidal wave.
Joshua’s mind cleared, and it all returned to him.
That stubborn illness, passed down through the Gardner family like some ancient curse etched into their very bones.
When the episodes hit, he’d lose all sense of himself. Had no idea what he was doing.
But once the haze lifted, the memories always returned. Every single thing he’d done.
Some in his family, in those lost moments, had killed the people they cared about most.
And when the reality hit them—when the memories snapped back into place—it drove them past the brink. They’d lose their minds completely, never to return.
Others, fearing that madness, had ended their own lives before it could claim them.
It seemed every head of the Gardner family was doomed to this fate.
The brighter, sharper the mind, the more likely it was to break. There were no exceptions.
Joshua’s features hardened. Instinctively, he scanned the room.
He noticed the rain outside had stopped, though he wasn’t sure when.
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling across the peaceful face beside him, bathing her in a gentle glow that made her beauty almost ethereal.
She was propped at the bedside, elbow on the mattress, head cradled in her hand. Her eyes were closed, her head nodding as she drifted in and out of sleep.
Except, Joshua realized, she wasn’t just nodding off—she was fast asleep.
His gaze lingered, and he couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes and the exhaustion etched into her brow.
Clearly, she hadn’t rested well.
Joshua watched her quietly, the sleeping woman at his side, unable to look away.
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