Annot shook her head and inquired, "Am I truly Laura?"

“Absolutely. Camila presented her mobile, displaying their old group photos.

Annot browsed through each.

From these images, it was evident they had shared a close bond.

"Mila?" She tried addressing her.

Camila giggled.

"I used to call you senior, but you preferred a more informal address, so you asked me to call you by your first name.

Remember?"

Annot shook her head.

Camila felt a pang of sorrow.

Laura had lost all her memories.

She had forgotten everything, including her.

"It's fine. As long as you're okay, we remain best friends."

Annot mumbled, "I guess I truly am Laura."

Forrest intervened, "You are Laura."

Annot glanced at him before finally settling her gaze on Camila.

“You're the Laura Ballard we remember." Camila nodded for affirmation.

Annot nodded.

“I'm Laura."

In fact, she yearned to recall her past.