Chapter 21

Ava's POV

I blinked my eyes open, the world around me a blur of colors and shapes. As my vision cleared, I found myself lying in a sterile hospital room, the beeping of machines echoing in my ears. Confusion and a deep sense of unease settled within me, as if a vital part of myself was missing.

The door to the room opened, and a tall, dark-haired man entered. His presence seemed to stir something deep within me, a faint echo of familiarity. "Ava," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "How are you feeling?"

I tried to respond, but the words eluded me. I struggled to piece together fragments of memories, but they slipped through my fingers like sand. Panic gripped me as I realized that I couldn't remember anything—my past, my identity, or the people in my life.

The man approached me cautiously, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Ava, it's me, Adrian. We...we were in a car accident. You...you lost your memory."

Adrian. The name reverberated in my mind