My dad's expression remained blank, but he didn't let go of my hand. "Chloe, do you think she'll remember us?"

Honestly, his question felt a little selfish. It pierced into my heart like a knife.

After a while, I managed to ease the pain in my heart and nodded. "Yes, I’m sure she’ll remember you both."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked down at my face. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I’m really sorry.”

I understood the meaning behind his words. He was sorry for my lost memories.

After comforting