Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 271

Anna POV

He turned the monitor slightly back toward himself.

“She has amnesia.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“She has significant memory loss.”

My mouth fell open slightly.

“Like…”

I struggled to find the words.

“Total amnesia?”

“No.”

He shook his head.

“It’s not total amnesia.”

I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“Then what kind?”

“It’s more consistent with retrograde amnesia.”

I stared at him.

He immediately seemed to realize that the medical terminology wasn’t helping.

“Basically,” he explained, “she has lost access to memories from a period of her life before the injury.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

“However, it isn’t affecting all of her memories equally.”

I frowned.

“What does that mean?”

He turned toward me again.

“She can remember parts of her life from before her college years.”

I stared at him.

“So…”

I tried to process it.

“Anything after college?”

He nodded.

“She doesn’t remember.”

My heart sank.

“Anything?”

“As far as we can tell, yes. Her more recent autobiographical memories appear to be significantly affected.”

I leaned back in the chair.

“No.”

He remained quiet.

“No, no, no.”

I shook my head.

“But…”

I looked at him.

“Does she remember her family?”

“Yes.”

“Her mom?”

“Yes.”

“Her dad?”

“Yes.”

“Her sister?”

“Yes.”

I nodded quickly.

“Okay.”

At least.

At least she remembered them.

But then I thought about everything else.

“What about us?”

The doctor didn’t answer immediately.

And that pause told me everything before he even opened his mouth.

“She doesn’t remember you.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“She doesn’t recognize people whose memories belong to the period she has forgotten.”

My stomach twisted.

I could almost hear Lydia’s voice in my head.

That ridiculous laugh of hers.

The way she called me whenever something happened.

The way she’d tell me things she wouldn’t tell anyone else.

And now she didn’t know me?

“When she woke up,” the doctor continued, “we tried to establish her orientation and identify people around her.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t really listening anymore.

“She was told that her friend, Mrs. Anna, had been here.”

My heart dropped.

“And?”

“She asked who that was.”

I stared blankly at him.

He continued carefully.

“She said the only Anna she knows is a girl she met in middle school, and that they haven’t been talking since then.”

I almost laughed.

Except nothing about it was funny.

That was me.

That was literally me.

Except apparently it wasn’t.

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