Emma hesitated, then whispered, "You had a car accident and suffered a brain injury, which caused you to forget. And... it was my fault too. I had all the information about Claire erased. I didn't want you to suffer anymore."
Alex fell into a heavy silence. He didn't ask any more questions. Since his mother had erased the truth, he wouldn't push any further. With a calm expression, he went to bed, though his mind was far from at ease.
Claire—that name was already imprinted deep in his soul. Even without his memory, even without recalling who she was, he still knew her. Alex raised his left hand and glanced at his wristwatch. His reflection stared back at him—dark, fierce, like a venomous snake poised to strike.
"Heh."
After a long time, he chuckled softly. "Claire..."
