“Have you forgotten about it as well?” Reagan immediately reminded me once again.
Unfortunately, it isn’t like I really don’t remember it. Rather, it’s because I really don’t have that memory. Being Odessa inside of Claudette made me only worse, knowing that behind the lie of losing all my memories, is the truth that I don’t really have any memories of the original owner of this body.
And as I continue to lie to them, I also fail to see through the pain I am slowly giving them, knowing sooner or later they will eventually find out about the truth in me. It will certainly make them all lose their hope. And the even greater problem here is that I can guarantee they won’t ever forgive me after this.
In order for me to get away in this awkward situation, I simply smiled back at Reagan and said, “I wish I could remember it, Reagan. I’m really sorry. I—”
But before I could even come to with another reason to tell him, he instantly just cut me off and said, “There is no need for you to feel
