Leah seemed to be having a long dream, in which she gradually grew from her babbling childhood, through school, love, marriage, childbirth, and amnesia. The past she had forgotten unexpectedly came rushing back, leaving her nowhere to find peace in these eight years.
She struggled to open her eyes, her head still buzzing with pain. Richard Shaw stood by the window on the phone, or rather quietly listening, occasionally saying a word or two.
The curtain was half-open, and outside was a tranquil night.
The man, while listening to the call, instinctively glanced at Leah. When he saw her eyes open, his expression froze for a moment before quickly hanging up and walking over, hoarsely saying, "Leah, you're awake?"
Leah nodded, her body actually fine, but her head was in excruciating pain. She slightly closed her eyes, weakly saying, "It hurts."
