Isaac Chroner Novels & Stories

Isaac caught the pup, lifting him for a brief hug while Santiago watched him with the intensity of a starving predator. "You're back," Santiago said, his voice dropping to a private frequency. "I thought you were done with me." "I'm here for the pack, Santiago. And for a friend who needs a navigator," Isaac replied, stepping aside to reveal Derek. The silence that followed was deafening. Valeria stood slowly, her protective instincts rolling off her in waves, half-shielding Mateo. "Mateo," Isaac said, breaking the spell. "Remember when you asked which player had the fastest sprint in the Western Division? Number nineteen?"

he said, half-shocked. “I want my best tracker on this, Ryker. And that’s you.” He glanced at the satchel by his side, then gave a half-shrug. “Alright. I’ll deliver the jar to them and catch up with you in a few.” “Thanks.” I nodded. As Ryker disappeared out the door, I turned to see Isaac still standing frozen by the stairs, a chicken leg still clutched in his hand, soda half-finished in the other. He awkwardly chewed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes flickering between me and the half-folded letter in my hand.

The room was filled with light, but the coldness in his eyes chilled the air. The doctor approached first. "Isaac, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Can you tell me what date you think it is today?" Isaac furrowed his brows. "June... 2022." Isabel flinched. "But that was three years ago," she said. He looked at her again, confusion settling deeper on his face. The doctor nodded, scribbling something down on his chart. "That confirms our evaluation. Isaac has amnesia. He’s lost memories of the last three years. We’ll be monitoring him closely, but I need you all to prepare yourselves. This might not resolve quickly."