Danielle and Rica stared at Cain as if they had just seen a ghost.
"He… he doesn't remember?" Rica whispered, her voice trembling.
Danielle slowly shook her head, her fingers clutching the hem of her sleeve. "He really doesn't."
Albert, still leaning through the small hatch of the carriage, looked between them, confusion and fear mixing in his eyes.
For a brief moment, the three of them locked gazes.
They can read his mind, and he doesn't remember?
They were shocked.
Something strange was happening here.
Suddenly, their locked gazes deepened.
Should they tell him?
Tell him that they can read his mind and that he doesn't remember.
No words were spoken;
they did not need to speak.
Something was wrong in this situation,
and they all felt it.
But they knew what to do.
Should they tell him?
Suddenly, Danielle gave a faint nod.
Rica swallowed and nodded back.
Albert's jaw tightened before he also nodded once.
And then—
