Debraâs POV:
The moment warm blood splashed against my cheek, my eyes shot open in shock.
Unbelievable.
I looked up to find Calebâs eyes full of surprise.
But he barely managed a few steps backward before he collapsed with a cry of pain.
My heart twisted, and dizziness washed over me.
A vague memory flickered in my mind.
I clasped my hands over my head, fragments of the past teasing at the edges of my consciousness.
Without another thought, I was at his side, tears spilling over.
âCaleb, can you hear me? Tell me where it hurts.
â
His lips were ashen as he looked up, but he managed a weak smile.
âItâs okay, really.
Itâs just a scratch on my arm.
â
Then his grin grew wider.
âDidnât think youâd be this worried after losing your memories.
Is that the power of our bond?â
Realization dawned on me, and a flush crept up my neck.
Dylan threw himself into my arms.
âMommy, did the amnesia make you forget us? No wonder you didnât come back home.
Weâve been missing you so much!â
Confronted with the boyâs unexpected familiarity, I found myself adrift in confusion.
His earnest presence, however, left no room for doubtâ-he was my son.
A wave of remorse washed over me, rendering me speechless.
Not only had I lost the threads of my own past, but I also couldnât recall the name of my child.
Caleb was my only beacon in the fog of forgetfulness.
I clung to the hope that he could fill the gaps that my memory had left barren, especially since the disappointment in my sonâs eyes would be too much to bear.
Caleb caught my gaze.
âHis name is Dylan Wright, your son.
And thereâs Elena, your daughter, whoâs yet to arrive,â he said, his voice carrying a note of empathy for my turmoil.
Dylan bobbed his head with a fervor and piped up, âMommy, Elenaâs not here, but sheâs missing you just as badly as I am.
Will you come home with us?â
I was frozen, words escaping me.
That was when Carlos approached, eyeing Caleb with concern.
âCalebâs hurt.
We need to get him medical attention right away.
â
His words sliced through the haze of my shock, and I managed a nod.
âYes, we should hurry.
â
Though the bonds that tied me to Caleb were shrouded in the mist of amnesia, my heart was certain of the affection I held for him.
I couldnât stand the thought of harm coming his way.