TimeNovelChapter 860
Stella sat a little farther away from Silas, but she could still see him flipping
through a stack of photos. She could make out that the people in the pictures were men and women, but no
matter how hard she squinted, the main subject's face stayed blurry.
She watched Silas's expressions shift-confusion, frustration, a flicker of pain. There was something seriously off
about this man.
Thinking about her past patients, and drawing on her experience, Stella's intuition screamed at her: his
headaches weren't normal. They were textbook signs of amnesia.
Yes-amnesia! That had to be it.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and fired off a message to Marguerite
on Facebook: **[Sis! Silas is withnow for counseling. Big news! Huge news!!! J+
Her triple exclamation points made Marguerite frown. **[Don't makecover there.]**
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*##[I'm not asking you to come, ]** Stella replied quickly. *#[It's just... Silas is acting really strange! | tried asking
about his memories, but he couldn't remember a thing! And when he tried, he got such a bad headache |
thought he was going to pass out. Scaredhalf to death!]**
Messages from Stella began pouring in, a rapid-fire string Marguerite barely had tto process. But her eyes
caught on the last line: Silas was having another headache.
Her pulse skipped. **[How is he now? Did he take anything? Did you bring him to the hospital?]**
**[He didn't take anything, and he wouldn't lettake him to the ER. He just sprayed a little cologne and
seemed to calm down.]**
Cologne?
Marguerite went silent, her mind racing. Silas never wore cologne. The only bottle
he owned was the Polar Radiance she'd given him that night.
So-was he telling the truth? Did her gift actually help with his headaches?
What was this, skind of supernatural phenomenon?
Marguerite's thoughts were in chaos. She scrolled back through Stella's messages, and one line made her freeze.
**[Don't tellhe's lost his memory!]** she typed back. *¥[He's never mentioned anything like this to me
ever! J++
Stella stared at Marguerite's words, deep in thought, then glanced upzat Silas. He seemed to have recovered
now, though his complexion was still pale. At least his emotions seemed steadier.
She asked gently, "Mr. Ward, don't you think it's a bit strange you can't remember your past?"
Silas looked up at her, his eyes cool and distant. "Strange? Why would it be strange? Can you remember
anything from before you were three?"
Stella's smile froze on her lips. She forced a grin and quickly texted Marguerite:
**[He doesn't even realize he has amnesia, so there's no way he could have told you.J**
Marguerite stared at the message, dazed.
Silas got headaches when he saw
her-and now, even trying to
remember his past hurt him?net
most
The
ocking thing was, he didn't
even know he'd lost his memory?
How could anyone live so obliviously?
The mystery around Silas only grew. Marguerite had always sensed he was a
man with secrets, but he'd never trusted her enough to share them.
But then again, what did any of this have to do with her? She'd never- been part of Silas's life. Their paths had
only crossed by chance these past few weeks.
Tomorrow, he'd be married, and that would be the end of it.
All Marguerite could do now was wish him happiness and move on.
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