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“I don’t understand.” I admitted, “What do you mean, he chose me?”

“Well, he pointed at your picture and told us he wanted you as his caregiver.” She explained. “And Devin thought why not, so he interviewed you over the phone, and Castle listened to the conversation.” She patted my shoulder. “It’s going to take some time, don’t worry. He likes you.”

“He can talk, right?”

“Of course, he can. Well, I don’t blame you for thinking he doesn’t. Most people who meet him think that way. He just chooses his time to speak.”

“I hope you don’t mind my questions, Dayana. I just want to get to know him better. How did he lose his memories?”

“The boating accident. He hit his head, but was lucky to survive. The doctors said that Castle may never regain his memories.”

“Oh!”

I felt sorry for Castle. He’d been born into a privileged family with more wealth than he could use in a lifetime, but tragedy had stolen everything from him.

“I have to accompany Devin to a conference early tomorrow morning. I need to go to bed.”

“Sure. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve had a long day too.”

“No problem, and goodnight, Millie.”

“Night,” I said.

“Oh, and Millie...”

“Yeah?”

“Lock your bedroom door when you sleep.”

She disappeared down to her bedroom, stifling a yawn, and left me there wondering what that was about.

I started climbing the stairs to my room, and since most of the lights were already out; the place was dark with only a few lights left on, leaving the place dimly lit. Just then, I felt a chill running down my body, but I kept walking until I heard something behind me, so I stopped and turned.

Castle stood at the end of the staircase, wearing blue pajamas with little turtles on them. His eyes were dead set on me, a grim expression plastered on his face. Something about the way he was looking at me felt so wrong, and I felt my heart drumming against my chest.

I could have sworn I hadn’t seen him a few minutes ago when I was talking to his sister.

“Do you need anything, Castle?” I addressed him directly.

As expected, he didn’t answer. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was holding something in his hand.

“What’s that in your hand?”

Again, there was no response.

“I need you to talk to me, Castle.”

He swayed from one foot to another and continued to repeat that.

Okayyyyy….

“Good Night,” I told him and began making my way upstairs. This time, I didn’t look back.

Regardless, I knew he was following me. The loud thumping of his footsteps following me was a good enough reason to make me flee. I sped up and when I reached the floor; I hurried inside my room, shut the door, and locked it.

My heart wanted to leap out of my chest.

He was standing outside. I sat down on the floor and looked through the gap between the door. I noticed some movements there.

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