CHAPTER 119

EDWINA

This strange man was looking at me with a devastated expression on his face, and for some weird reason, my heart ached for him. 

I felt like I should know him. There seemed to be something vaguely familiar as he sat at my bedside and stared at me. 

But I didn't. Right now, he was just a stranger who looked crushed about the fact that I do not remember anything.

My hand was still in his, and it fit perfectly. I didn't move it away, because strangely, I liked the feel of my hand in his. 

"Hey. I…" I was about to say something when he stood up suddenly, his hand leaving mine. 

"I'll go get the doctor," he said softly, voice raw with pain and utter devastation.

I watched as he walked away, and as the door closed behind him, the primal instinct to call out for him, to beg him not to leave me lodged itself deep in my throat.

I pushed the instincts away and frowned. 

That made no sense, actually. What made me react like that?