The Son Erased From Reality
"Norman lost some of his memory in the accident, and he's not fully recovered. Don't push him right now."
He looked disappointed, but he smiled at me anyway. "Norman, don't worry. You'll remember eventually."
"Alright, everyone, take a seat. Let's talk while we sit," Edmund said, ushering everyone to their seats.
I wandered toward the corner of the couch in a daze. The toy car wheel in my hand slipped as I brushed against the cushion, bouncing a few times before landing at the feet of Gerald Bolton, the younger cousin.
Gerald picked it up, examining it between his fingers for a few seconds. Then, he handed it back. "Norman, this is yours."
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