Zoe didn't look back. She had no interest in why Barrett had been injected with sedatives, and she had long ceased to care about his current condition.

Pausing briefly, she continued walking inside, as if she hadn't heard Uncle Martin's plea.

Passing through the iron gate of the front yard, Uncle Martin suddenly dropped to his knees behind her, his voice heavy with emotion. "I have no right to pressure Miss Taylor to make a choice, but Mr. Smith's condition this time is really dire.”

“He has forgotten everything he has done, and now, facing so much evidence and a completely different version of himself from his memory, it would...