Don’t play dumb

Drake’s POV

I sat in stunned silence, the words of the old woman sinking in. Flashes that had plagued me for so long ones that had been mere fragments of confusion-suddenly sharpened into focus. My head pounded, and blistering pain seared through my skull, but this time, I did not pass out. I knotted my fists, the knuckles white, as I fought to breathe through the pain, to make sense of everything I heard.

It was no longer disjointed flashes but a whole, vivid scene unfolding in front of me. I was a child again, playing with the old lady, who was my grandmother. Her wrinkled hand lay affectionately on my shoulder as she read stories to me. I felt the look of warmth in her eyes and love in her touch, and then all of a sudden everything became pitch black. My mind had gone blank, and the memories faded, as my grandmother said they were.

But now, they were coming back. It was all coming back.

"You were always so full of life," the old woman cut through the storm in my head. "Even after y