|Theodore|
By the time the second day of our journey rolled around, things were still remarkably smooth. We kept a steady pace, the weather stayed in our favor, and there were no unexpected delays. Every mile we crossed brought us closer to our destination.
Glancing at the map spread across my lap, I traced the path with my finger and realized—we were already halfway there. Halfway to the place that might finally hold the answers we were desperately seeking.
Still, there was something else weighing heavily on my mind—something I hadn’t quite wrapped my head around yet.
Every morning, without fail, Carmella’s memories would reset. She would wake up not knowing where she was, not recognizing the people around her—not even recognizing me.
It had become our grim routine. I had learned to
