Chapter 3

I thought Saul had lost all his memories, but Chris was the one exception. Even as he slept, he called out her name over and over. The doctor pulled me aside and said, "It might help his recovery if you go along with what he wants."

After pacing the hospital corridor countless times, I finally dialed a number I hadn't called in years. To my surprise, she answered almost immediately.

I swallowed my pride and said, "Come to First Central Hospital. Saul needs you." Before she could reply, I hung up.

Chris had been my best friend from childhood through college, but everything fell apart between us because of Saul. For my sake, she walked away from the love triangle we were trapped in.

I had fooled myself into thinking Saul chose me out of love, but now I understood. I was the outsider all along. Chris arrived quickly, carrying a white bag over her shoulder. "Is Saul okay?"

Leaning against the wall, I forced a smile. "He doesn't want to see me. Even in his dreams, he keeps calling your name. You must have something special to stay in his heart after all this time."

Chris didn't reply. Without a word, she turned toward the room and went inside.