AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　“Yes. I didn’t know that was the last smile I saw in you. I died that night, too, Amelia. I lost the will to live.”

　　　

　　　“I’m so sorry.”

　　　

　　　“I became a walking corpse. Our people were massacred, men, women, elders, children. My father died. You died in my arms. My mother barely survived. Your father left, and I never saw him again.” He chuckled despite tears rolling down his eyes. “We didn’t manage to consummate and complete the rituals of mating, but we were married, and you were my wife.”

　　　

　　　 “Who attacked us? Who killed me? Who did those horrible things and how could I not remember a single...