What will you do if someday I forget you? Forget everything we share now? Will you hate me?
He still hasn't forgotten her questions from that night.
They continued to echo in his mind —haunting him, unsettling him, scaring him. Every day. Every night.
Could this be related?
Has she grown suspicious about something?
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, sensing the change in his friend. "Is there something?"
Aiden glanced at him, considering it for a moment, then shook his head.
"I will look into it," he said quietly.
Jacob narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. But he didn't push. He knew Aiden well enough to recognize when the man had closed the door on a conversation.
"Alright," Jacob said, nodding. "Just let me know if something comes up. Sharing isn't always a weakness. We are friends, Aiden. We are meant to help each other."
His words were just a reminder that Jacob thought Aiden needed.
