I don't want to entertain the thought that Hector felt that way before the incident occurred. It seems implausible. But perhaps it's preferable to losing him forever.

As the four of them entered—the arrival of Sir Anton, Rusty, and even Vera—I lingered at the door, observing them. I wasn't sure if Hector would want to see me; after all, he didn't remember me. Moreover, I sensed a discomfort whenever he glanced my way. Since awakening three days ago, he hadn't spoken to me once. Every time his gaze met mine, it was devoid of warmth, just cold and distant.

I nervously bit my lower lip while watching him read. Suddenly,...