Chapter 56: Making Things Right

Achilles’ Point of View:

I went inside her ward after the conversation with Carlos, and looked at Isabelle—who seemed to be more confused as ever. She looked at me with caution, her eyes wandering off in conflict as to whether to trust me or not. Maybe walking out like I did without even telling her anything wasn’t the best idea. Although, it was time to make this right.

“Uh,” I said as I took a seat beside her—a little away, but close enough to speak slowly and still be audible: “I am Achilles, your—your friend.”

“Oh,” She whispered. “And that—that guy earlier?”

“He’s Carlos, also your friend. Well, actually, he’s my best friend, but you two get along.”

She nodded, understanding. There was little understanding on my part though—because everything that I knew about memory loss after a brain trauma screamed that she’d probably be agitated, confused, furious, or aggressive. Although, she was relatively very calm and collected.

“Um, so…” She exhaled. “Well, awkward, but who am I?”

I let