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“What do they think is wrong? Will she get her memory back?” Kyrian asks desperately.

“I don’t know. The doctor is with her now.” Just as the words leave his lips, the doctor steps out of the room.

“Mr. Sartori—” he starts, but I don’t let him finish.

“Spit it out, doc. Will she get her memory back?”

“Here’s what I can tell you. She has no memory from January until now. She did wake back up and we’re getting her ready to go for an MRI. After we get the results, I’ll know more and I can give you better answers.”

“So she could get her memory back?” I ask as I step forward.

“Only time will tell. She could get it back today, tomorrow, or it could be weeks. She could potentially never remember the last few months. That’s something you need to prepare for.” The doctor’s face softens, and his brow slightly furrow, before he steps away, heading down the hallway just as they wheel Elena out of the room.

She glances over at us. There’s no acknowledgement of who we are.

“Elena,” Kyrian calls out to her.

“Do I know you?” she asks as they wheel her away. Kyrian’s face falls.

Liam pulls out his phone and steps away from us. His arms gesturing angrily as he talks to the person on the other end of the line. After a few minutes, he hangs up and steps back over to us.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Edward. He’s coming up here. It appears he’s known Elena for a while now, longer than January. I want him to talk to her to assure her she knows us and can trust us.”

I’ve got to admit it’s a good plan. We step inside of her room and take a seat, waiting for her to return. We don’t know how long she’ll be gone, but I plan to be here when she does.

We’re all on edge as we stand in the hallway waiting for Edward to step out of the room. He’s been in there for about forty minutes now and all we’ve been able to do is pace the halls, scaring anyone who comes into contact with us.

Edward finally steps out of the room, and we pounce on him like a predator after his prey. He holds up his hand stopping us in our tracks.

“The three of you need to calm down.” He makes sure to give each of us a stern look.

“Are we okay to go in? Does she remember anything yet?” Kyrian fires off.

“No, she doesn’t. I did explain to her that you were new in her life, but very important. No, I didn’t tell her how you met, or what you are to each other. I can’t do the latter anyway, because I don’t know that. I’d just tell her stories, remind her of you, and I’m sure her memory will return. Remember what the doctor said; the swelling has reduced, and he feels the memory loss is a trauma reaction. But don’t overwhelm her.”

He doesn’t wait for us to answer, instead, he steps past us and heads down the hallway.

“Edward!” Uncle Liam calls him. Edward turns and looks back. “Why did you tell us to go to the auction? Was it her? Why?”

Edward laughs, running his hand through his hair. “For Elena. And for each of you. I knew the four of you would be good for each other—that you could help each other heal and find love. Was I wrong?”

Without waiting for a reply, he continues down the hallway.

“Is he right, Uncle? Is it the four of us? Do you want to be with her too?” Kyrian asks.

“I do. She fills a void within me that I believed was impossible to fill. She stirs something in me and I’m ready for more.” His voice is somber, his eyes focused on the door to her room.

“Then let’s get in there and remind her of who we are,” I tell them.

Kyrian’s quicker than me and makes it to the door first. He knocks, then opens the door slowly.

“Elena, can we come in?”

“Yes,” her soft voice responds.

He steps in and we follow behind.

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