CHAPTER 42

DARLENE

Frederick Mckenzie was standing before me and I was so torn into confusion.

The moment I saw my eyes on him, a series of flashbacks barged into my head, but all that made sense was me on the shoulder of a stranger who carried me around at will. That was it.

Could he have been the stranger?

I remembered very well that this stranger had very, very—

"—Dark hair." I said as I noticed the colours and streaks of jet black and dark brown on Frederick's hair. "Dark hair?"

I stared at him in thorough confusion, tilting my head to look at him properly as though I may have been seeing it wrongly.

I remembered that he had strawberry blonde hair, the very kind that made it difficult for me to even look at him more than once. Not because he wasn't handsome. But because that tone of hair was very sharp, too sharp, to the point it made me wince everytime that I looked at him even.

I remembered that I had even voiced it out to him the last time we spoke.

Frederick straightened up his posture,