Edwards felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he sat across from Lydia in the dimly lit café nestled in the heart of Richmond. He had been searching for answers about his past, and now here was Lydia, claiming to hold the key to his lost memories. But trust was a luxury he couldn't afford in his most vulnerable state.
"If you don't mind, can you help me recall how we met in this city?" Edwards asked, his voice measured and cautious.
Lydia's face contorted with a sudden wave of emotion. "We didn't meet here," she said, her voice trembling. "We met on the way back home. I thought they were all lying to me, but I just realized it's true." Her eyes glistened with tears that began to spill over, and she raised a trembling hand to cover her mouth as she sobbed uncontrollably.
