Chapter 781 - 783
The woman who had spoken before moved closer, pulling out a chair across from him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if not wanting to startle him. "Jude," she said softly. "We know this is overwhelming. But you’re not alone in this."
Jude scoffed, though there was no real humor in it. "I feel pretty damn alone right now."
The man at the head of the table leaned forward, folding his hands together. "You’re not. You’ve just been made to believe you are."
Jude’s fingers tightened around the edges of the photograph. "What does that even mean?"
The woman exhaled, glancing briefly at the others before returning her gaze to him. "It means that everything you know, everything you remember—might not be as real as you think it is."
A sharp chill ran through Jude’s spine, though he wasn’t sure why. His mind wanted to reject it outright, to call it nonsense. But that nagging feeling, the one that had always whispered in the back of his thoughts, wouldn’t let him dismiss it so easily.
"You’re saying my whole life is fake?" His voice was low, careful.
"No," the woman said. "Not fake. Just... altered."
Jude let out a shaky breath, shaking his head. "That’s insane."