Semua Bab The Wind Held No Answers: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Ever since my diagnosis, I’d gotten into the habit of keeping a daily journal.While the memories were still fresh, I’d write down everything I had to do the next day.I flipped the journal open, scanning yesterday’s entry.[Day seven of losing my memory. I feel like I’m forgetting more and more every single day.][1. Stop caring about Grace. Seriously. I’m done.][2. Mom and Dad aren't paying for college. Be at the coffee shop by 10 AM for the summer job shift. Need to save up for tuition. Address: xxx]There were a few more lines scribbled below that, but the ink was smeared into faint blue blurs.Tears, probably. I couldn't remember why I had been crying yesterday.I didn't dwell on it.Aside from me, nobody gave a damn anyway.I definitely didn't dare tell anyone about the amnesia. Even though I was their biological son, my parents treated me like an outsider. If I said anything, they'd just sneer and complain about bringing a defective kid home.I closed the journal, st

My mom stood over me, her hand raised in the air as she glowered down with furious intensity."Are you out of your mind? Caleb told me everything about this afternoon. You're running around town as the biological son of the Fosters, mixing drinks at some cheap coffee shop? What kind of sick joke is that? If anyone in our social circle saw you, they'd make us a laughingstock!"Whose reputation were you trying to trash? You did this on purpose just to humiliate your father and me!"I clutched my swollen cheek, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth."Mom, isn't this what you guys wanted? You told me you weren't paying for my college, so I had to earn the money myself."My dad stepped up behind her and delivered a brutal kick straight into my shoulder."How dare you talk back to her?!"Evan, do you really think I can't see right through your pathetic games? You're just putting on a tragic show for the world, begging for public sympathy so you can force us to give you a piece o

Rain poured down relentlessly outside.Still sick with worry over Caleb's injuries, my parents had insisted on getting him admitted to a private hospital.My mom sat beside the bed, carefully slicing an apple for him. My dad leaned over the edge, delicately adjusting the angle of the bed to make sure he was as comfortable as humanly possible.Grace stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the torrential downpour, wrapped in heavy silence.Caleb took a cheerful bite of his apple, looking over at Grace's back."Grace, you left him out by the abandoned state highway on the edge of town, right?"That place is completely isolated. It’s the middle of nowhere. Evan won't even be able to trek back without trudging through two straight hours of this storm."He let out a smug, satisfied smirk."Maybe that'll finally clear his head. Let's see if he ever dares to pick on me again."A strange prickle of unease suddenly washed over Grace.She turned around, her eyes fixin

The icy rainwater soaked through Grace’s collar, cold and biting against her skin.In moments of daze, she couldn't stop her mind from racing.She had been out here in the rain for so long, and she was freezing. Was Evan cold, too?How terrified must someone have been, dumped out here in the dark as they slowly lost their own identity?The more she thought about it, the deeper her panic grew. She widened her stride, stumbling through the dense bushes and thick underbrush."Evan! Where are you?"She desperately wanted to see me.She wanted... Wanted to apologize to my face.The storm had rolled in fast, and it cleared just as quickly.An hour later, the torrential rain tapered off to a drizzle, then stopped completely.Still, there was no trace of me.My parents finally called the police.Officers were pulling footage from every security camera in the surrounding area, trying to trace my steps.Grace called in reinforcements from her family's security team.They scoured ev

Over these five years, my dad aged rapidly, while my mom remained bedridden with chronic illness.As for Grace, her hair had become streaked with premature gray in the years since I vanished.The news report on the TV was still broadcasting."According to the latest reports, a young man matching the description of Evan Foster, the missing Foster heir, was spotted again today in the western district. The Fosters and Grace Rhodes have reportedly rushed to the scene..."The broadcast cut to the airport, where I saw two stooped, frail figures, along with a woman crowned in white hair.Then the camera shifted to the police station, capturing the exact moment their faces crumbled in devastating disappointment when they realized the stranger was not me.The anchor continued in a solemn, regretful tone, "Regrettably, it was not..."I pointed at the screen and turned around to look at my fiancée, Sarah Hayes."Sarah, I'm the real heir of the Fosters they're talking about on TV, right?"