Isaac POV
Isaac's face tightened as Eleanor spoke.
The more he listened, the heavier his chest felt.
His hand curled slowly into a fist.
One of Emily's dislikes in her status window is the voices in her mind that are not her own.
He had seen that detail once and thought it was odd.
When he asked Emily about it, she hadn't given him a straight answer.
She hadn't brushed him off rudely either.
She just… shifted the conversation somewhere else.
At the time, he thought she was hiding something. Now he understood.
She hadn't remembered those voices at all.
Damn it.
It clicked together now. Why she hated sleeping alone.
Even without remembering the past, her mind still carried the scars of it. She was haunted by echoes she couldn't explain.
Eleanor remained silent after she was done with the explanation.
She sat across from him, studying his expression.
Then a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, faint but noticeable.
