Arabel's POV
A movement wakes me up.
Fluttering my eyes open, I lift my gaze to the open window, allowing sunlight to seep into the room and making it bright.
Slowly, I sit up, only to connect my gaze with Richard.
He's observing me. Sitting up in bed, making my heart stutter in my chest.
His eyes narrow, raking all over me as he asks. “Did you sleep here all night?”
His voice is not like the voice of the man I know. It's been a week since he woke up from his coma, and I hardly recognize him as Richard.
It hurts.
Mother persuaded me to stay back and come with him to the mansion. Maybe that will help restore his memory, but for over a week now, nothing has happened.
Nothing is working.
Not even having Daisy constantly around him. He was always watching her with smiles, but no form of recognition appeared in his eyes.
He doesn't even recognize his own child.
The more I think about it, the more I blame myself. The more I wish I could turn back the hands of time to change everything, Righ
