"Do you recall your former profession? You were a forensic analyst, she's a physician. I too was a physician once, but I returned to manage the family business."

Annot nodded.

“Understood.

She entered the living room. And Camila rose from her couch.

Her teary eyes studied Annot as she tenderly murmured, “Laura.”

Annot had no recollection of her relationship with Camila.

She merely stood.

Camila approached and embraced her, repeating, “I'm glad you're okay.

So glad."

Her voice was ragged.

Her anxiety and joy seemed authentic.

Annot returned the embrace.

Camila, trying to control her emotions, spoke softly, fearing she might frighten Annot.

After all, she had lost her memory now.

"My name's Camila Haynes, and that's Forrest Walters. We share an alma mater. You're my best friend. Do you still remember?"

Annot shook her head.

She really had no recollection.

As Camila wiped the teardrops streaking her cheeks, she drew Annot to a seat and resumed, “We worry about you. If you're reluctant to stay here, would you consider my place?"

Annot studied Camila's earnest demeanor.

It didn't seem deceptive.