Alexander knows Anna is missing

Two Weeks Later…

The dull hum of the hospital lights filled the ward as Alexander sat beside the woman he believed to be Anna. His fingers, still weak from his injuries, gently held her hand, his thumb tracing slow, comforting circles over her skin. The bandages had been removed from her face a few days ago, yet something still felt off but her face was badly damaged.

Her features were eerily familiar, but the way she responded to his touch, the way she reacted to his words—it was different. He had chalked it up to the trauma of the accident, convincing himself that her distant stares and hesitations were merely a side effect of her injuries.