Chapter 69 Sixty Eight

• "You really don't remember anything?" Alex asked with wide eyes as she lazily folded the bedsheet in her hands.
• Lena, on the other hand, sat on the bed, clutching a throw pillow, her mind racing. She was desperately trying to recall even the faintest memory of Cecil, but there was nothing.
• Ever since Thane had told her about her mother and Cecil, doubt had been creeping into her mind. If Cecil and her mom were really close, shouldn't she at least remember her?