Once the thought popped into her head, she couldn''t shake it.


    She even started daydreaming about tying him up, just like he did before, until he remembered. Susan waved her hand in front of her, snapping Quinn back to reality. "What''s up?"


    Susan eyed her suspiciously. "I should be asking you that. Why are you zoning out?"


    Quinn forced a smile. "It''s nothing. Just thinking about a friend of mine. He has amnesia too."


    "Is he dealing with Alzheimer''s?" Susan asked.


    "I don''t know. He just forgot about me," Quinn said, her fingers tracing the chopsticks on the table. Her voice was soft, almost like she was talking to herself, which made Susan frown.


    She stared at Quinn, who seemed so innocent. But that soft voice made her feel uneasy.


    "Are you okay?" she asked.


    Quinn smiled slightly. "I''m fine. Let''s eat before it gets cold."


    Susan nodded, turned around, and helped Anna over. She asked Quinn to join them, but Quinn declined, saying she needed to go back and feed Sprout form.


    Susan didn''t push it.


    Quinn took Sprout back to the room and made him some form. Sprout suddenly got really quiet. Since they got back, he had been lying quietly in the stroller, not making a sound or ying with his feet. Quinn wondered if he had caught a cold, so she asked Susan for a thermometer and took his temperature, but he wasn''t running a fever.


    He just seemed sleepy. She brought the form to his mouth, and he drank it quietly.


    After he finished drinking, she held him and tried to lull him to sleep. But he had slept all day, so he wouldn''t fall asleep no matter what. He just stared at her with wide eyes. Quinn pinched his cheek. "What are you thinking about?"


    Sprout reached out, grabbed her finger, and tried to put it in his mouth. Quinn quickly pulled it back; she hadn''t washed her hands and was worried about germs.


    She sighed, holding him as she walked to the window and pulled back the curtain to look outside.


    The neighborhood was super quiet, with only the streetlights on. A light drizzle was falling, and everything outside was shrouded in mist.


    It was rare that Sprout wasn''t fussy tonight, and Quinn fell asleep holding him.


    In a daze, Quinn had a dream filled with bizarre images. It seemed like she was back on that deserted ind, or maybe in that forest, with only her and Alexander in the world. Another Alexander appeared in the dream, telling her that Alexander was dead.


    Quinn hurriedly turned to look, and the Alexander who had been herpanion gradually faded away. She lunged at him but grasped nothing but air.


    When she turned back, the other Alexander was gone too.


    The deserted ind was left with only her.


    Quinn snapped her eyes open, her chest feeling heavy, making it hard to breathe.


    Upon closer inspection, she realized Sprout was lying on her chest, no wonder she had a nightmare.


    She ced him on the bed and got up to wash up and go downstairs to make breakfast.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Susan had already left, so Quinn only needed to make breakfast for Anna.


    She brought the breakfast to Anna''s room. Anna was sitting on the bed, gently stroking a photo frame in her hand.


    Quinn walked over and ced the breakfast on the bedside table. "Anna, it''s time for breakfast."


    Startled, Anna turned to look at Quinn, a hint of confusion in her eyes.


    She put down the photo frame and reached out to hold Quinn''s hand. "Susan, are you back from school?"


    Quinn paused. Clearly, Anna had mistaken her for Susan.