Adrian stayed silent after Lia left the hospital room. His eyes remained fixed on the closed door for several long seconds before he slowly looked down at the photographs she had left behind. He picked them up again. There were pictures of him and Lia together. Some were simple, it was them sitting across from each other at a restaurant, smiling politely at the camera. Others were more intimate. In one, they stood close, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. In another, they were kissing. Adrian stared at that last image for a long time. He did not remember any of it. Yet the photographs were real. The lighting, the background, the way their bodies leaned toward each other, none of it looked staged. He placed the pictures back on the bed and reached for the messages Lia had shown him earlier. He read a few again, then locked his phone and set it aside. Something was wrong. He could not completely believe Lia. But he could not completely dismiss her either. Se
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