There were a few drops of water dripping from her fringe, sliding down her cheek, disappearing into her collarbone, wetting the collar of her shirt.
Her reflection in the mirror was still familiar, but the fragments of blurry memories that sometimes came to her mind were incredibly strange. Even she started to lose track of who she was.
Just as she was lost in thought, the door clicked slightly. However, Annie Anne did not turn around, keeping her gaze on her own reflection in the mirror.
"Annie, are you okay?"
Charlotte Thompson turned to close the door, then took a few steps forward, standing behind Annie Anne.
She looked up at the mirror and muttered to herself, "Charlotte, are you hiding something from me? What exactly have I forgotten from the past?"
"When I close my eyes now, my mind is filled with unfamiliar scenes. But it feels like these are things that I’ve definitely been through."
She raised her head to look at Charlotte Thompson in the mirror, her eyes clouded with confusion, "What is going on..."
Behind her, Charlotte Thompson heaved a barely noticeable sigh, a glimmer of empathy flashing in her eyes. After a while, she softly said, "Annie, since you have forgotten, it means that what has happened in the past is over. Why do you insist on understanding it?"
Perhaps for her, forgetting was the best way to escape from the darkness.
She would rather Annie did not remember anything than to have those things from the past torment her repeatedly, reminding her and torturing her incessantly.
Annie’s life had been hard enough.
As her words fell silent, no one spoke in the washroom. The water from the sink kept running, its splattering against the glass sounded incredibly sharp in the deafening silence.
The extreme quietness was almost like the silence of death.
Annie seemed to remember something all of a sudden. She turned her head slightly; the water droplets on her face had mostly dried.
Charlotte heard her speak in her usual gentle tone.
"By the way, Charlotte, I knew before that Cyrus, Hank, and Grace were your biological children, and the other three were adopted by you from the hospital. I also found out not long ago that Adam Ross is the biological father of Chad and Jack."
Annie paused, and Charlotte closed her eyes, almost sure of what was to come next.
A few seconds later, as expected, Annie’s voice came again, but this time she spoke much slower as if she was carefully gauging Charlotte’s reaction. Latest content published on NoveI~Fire.net
"Charlotte, have you found the biological parents of Annie?"
Charlotte paused for a moment, looking up to find that Annie had turned around to face her.
Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned and seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, watching her intently.
Charlotte’s gaze inadvertently slipped away. She swallowed, her hands by her side tightened slightly.
Judging by Annie’s demeanor, she had a rough idea of what was going on.
She should have expected it based on Annie’s reaction to Olivia Thompson.
A rare case of amnesia like Annie’s usually has a trigger for forgetting and recalling.
Forgetting is a decision made by oneself after accumulating a certain amount of pain.
And recalling, which comes after a long period of time, usually occurs when one encounters someone they have long cared about or can’t let go of.
Given the blood ties between Annie and Olivia Thompson, perhaps Olivia is the trigger to Annie’s recollection,
But no one could say for sure if Annie remembering everything is a good thing.
As the old saying goes, the more one knows, the more one suffers.