The moment those words escaped from my mouth, the very air around the room chilled entirely, and as I sat in front of Waylan, I found myself blinking for a longer time than I usually would have.
There was something nagging at the back of my mind, and for a moment, I hesitated to voice my thoughts, unsure of whether I was overthinking or not.
But as I studied Waylan's expression, the nagging feeling persisted within me, urging me to speak up.
I cleared my throat, breaking the silence between us.
"You know, Waylan, I've been thinking."
I said slowly, my voice laced with uncertainty.
"I couldn't help but wonder if there's more to Kevin's memory wipe than just sparing everyone the pain of his passing."
I thought I knew Kevin well, but after thinking about everything that had happened, I realized that I actually knew almost nothing about him.
The Kevin I knew was a lie.
