All Chapters of They Forgot Me. I Left Them: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I'd barely replied to Celia when a private message from Blake popped up.[Since your project got canceled, you don't have to work late today, right? Can you swing by our usual bakery and pick up Emma's dessert for me?]Back at Werewolf Academy, one failed herb experiment had been enough to send Blake running through the rain to find me. He'd stayed in the lab until late, doing everything he could to cheer me up. Now he'd seen the message about my project getting shut down. He just didn't care. He could bring it up as casually as if I'd told him I'd missed the bus.I almost said no. But that bakery made my favorite cheesecake. I could pick up a slice for myself while I was there.After a day like this, I deserved something nice.At the bakery, the woman behind the counter checked the order and handed me a beautifully wrapped box.“Caramel custard, extra caramel sauce, and a card inside. Is that right?”A card?I opened the box to check.[Remember that wish you made by the lake that nig

Emma said she'd stay one night. Yet by the next day, her pajamas were hanging behind the guest room door, and her skincare products had taken over the bathroom shelf.The fridge was full of her favorite cranberry juice, too.Nobody had bought my favorite chilled apple juice in ages.Blake made dinner.Emma said she'd lost her appetite while studying for her healer certification. So Blake made a few of her favorite dishes.Eli poured her some cranberry juice, and Zane asked if she was still having trouble sleeping.The three of them fussed over her like she was the one who lived there with Blake.After dinner, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen alone.Blake used to help me clean up. But once Emma started coming over all the time, he was always too busy talking to her to notice me doing the dishes.Eventually, it became my job.I turned on the tap while laughter drifted in from the living room.By the time I washed the last plate, the lights out there were off.They'd put on a

Blake's POVBy the time Emma finished her case demonstration, it was already dark.She excitedly showed us the message from the treatment center. She could finally relax, she said.I reached for my phone without thinking. I was about to ask Paige what she wanted for dinner.Our chat was still open to the message I'd sent that morning.[Emma left some herbs at home. You're free today, right? Can you bring them over?]She hadn't replied.I called her, but the call wouldn't go through."Still mad at you?" Zane asked, glancing at my screen.Emma pressed her lips together. "This is my fault. I ruined her herbs. Once she's calmed down, I'll apologize properly.""Let's go home," I said, grabbing my coat. "I'll talk to her."We'd argued before. All I ever had to do was apologize, promise to make it up to her, and Paige would forgive me with a smile.When I got home, I called out her name like I always did.No answer.Our bedroom closet was open. Paige's half was empty. Her favorite jacket, the

Blake's POVEmma insisted she'd only asked a few questions while preparing for her case demonstration.Zane had had enough. "Didn't you tell us you had no idea those herbs needed to be kept separate?""I forgot!" Emma shouted. "I have so much to remember every day. Am I not allowed to forget one thing?"I held Zane back. I wasn't going to push her until I had more than someone's word.The next day, I returned to the treatment center.The Healer showed me her messages with Emma.[If these herbs get mixed together, can they still be used?][No. Some of them would be almost impossible to separate. It's best to leave them in their original packets.]Emma had asked one more question.[So if they're already mixed, there's nothing you can do?]There was no way she'd asked that by accident.I asked the Healer to send me the messages, then asked why Emma had brought it up."She said she was preparing for the next day's case demonstration and didn't want to grab the wrong herbs," the Healer said

Paige's POVOn my fifth day at Silver Moon, I finally finished setting up my new workspace.Celia brought in the last box of herbs and set a bottle of apple juice on my desk."You said you liked this brand, so I grabbed a couple."Blake had forgotten I was allergic to mangoes. Celia remembered a drink I'd mentioned once in passing.At lunch, a Healer came by to ask about one of my formulas.I showed her my notes. She listened carefully, then asked whether I'd like to help improve the treatment plan."I'd love to."At my first meeting, I stopped halfway through a sentence, automatically waiting for someone else to speak.Instead, Celia pushed her notebook toward me."You were saying something. Go on."On my lunch break, I bought myself a slice of cheesecake.This time, the only thing in the box was a receipt with my name on it. No card meant for someone else.That afternoon, Celia and I walked out of the treatment center and found three familiar faces waiting outside.Blake was standing