20. What Does That Mean?

Nero

I watch Camellia sitting on the sofa opposite my desk and fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She’s nervous right now and honestly, I don’t blame her. Cecelia should be here within the next few minutes, and she’ll be able to tell us what’s going on with Camellia’s memories.

I walk over to the sofa and sit down next to her before taking her hand in mine. She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide. “Wanna talk about it?” I ask as I rub my thumb over her fingers.

She looks down at our hands and sighs. “I don’t know what to feel right now. On one hand, I could get answers to questions that have plagued me for five years. On the other hand, I’m terrified of not getting any answers, or even worse, having even more questions.”

Not getting any answers would be the worst thing, but I don’t mention it to her. Her memories can’t simply be gone. There has to be a way to restore them. I still love her even if she doesn’t remember our life together; she’s still my Luna and mate. However, I can’