Chapter 205: Best Day Turned Worst
"I..." Amelia trailed off. "I never knew," she admitted.
"Yeah, we figured," Ronan replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "When you first joined us, it seemed like you didn’t even remember him. I thought maybe it was because the ordeal happened so long ago― it had to be at least two decades back, right? But then we realized it’s more than that."
"I don’t remember this one bit," Amelia said.
If it was something so intense as calling the cops and attempting to rescue a fellow kidnapped child, Amelia doubted she would forget such a thing even if she was a child when it happened. That would’ve been a core memory growing up.
"Your brain might’ve rejected and erased the memory," Ronan said. "It’s not impossible― fairly common, even. It might’ve been such a traumatic memory that you just forgot about it naturally."
Amelia numbly nodded. That made sense. There were bits and pieces that she saw in flashes. However, it didn’t form a clear image of what exactly happened. Maybe she was starting to remember it again after the memory was triggered, but to know the full story, she would still need to speak with Matteo.
Maybe if she brought up the specifics, he would be more willing to share the information.
"Miss Kentwood?"
Amelia and Ronan looked up at the same time as Amelia’s name was called out. A nurse stood a short distance away, her hands holding a clipboard.
"You may visit Mr. Hawthorne now if you wish," she said.
Amelia needed no telling twice. After thanking the nurse, she and Ronan rushed to Horace Hawthorne’s room. She stood at the doorway with the nurse, the latter’s hand on the door handle.