Time seemed to blur—minutes, maybe an hour—until the sudden ringing of her phone jolted her back to reality.
Sniffling, Abigail wiped the tears from her face and steadied her voice before answering.
“Abigail, have you decided about the follow-up on the research project? Do you want to join?”
The voice on the other end was calm, professional. It was about a confidential project, one that promised secrecy and a chance to disappear. If she joined, her whereabouts would be strictly hidden—a clean break from everything.
Her thoughts wavered. Memories of the past flooded her mind. Sebastian has only lost his memory. Love doesn’t just vanish. Maybe… maybe I should wait.
“I’ll think about it, Director,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, delicate and silent. This year’s snow came early, and it was growing heavier by the minute. Abigail had no choice but to make her way home through the thickening storm.
By the time she reached the villa, her coat was soaked through. Shivering, she opened the door.