"She knew it," I murmured, breathing heavily. My whole body was drenched in sweat, and my heart beat like war drums.
"From the very beginning, Nymeria knew my identity. So why…" I muttered, clutching my head with both hands. "Why didn't she say anything!?"
For the next few minutes, I tried to calm the storm inside me, opening the window of the room and letting the fresh air in. Before the memories of my past could completely overwhelm me, I hastily returned to the hospital room. It took me less than thirty minutes to recall everything that had happened in the past.
Countless questions and regrets struck me one after another, each one dragging me deeper into despair.
Why did Nymeria say she wouldn't be able to meet me after the two-year time frame?
