Zach diligently took his medication each day. By the second day, he could feel his strength returning, yet he couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him because Clair hadn't visited, not even once. No one seemed willing to explain why, leaving him deeply worried. There were nights he lay awake, anxiously wondering if she was all right.
On the third day, he managed to walk, albeit slowly, relying on a temporary cane to steady himself.
In the afternoon, Per entered his room with a fresh set of clothes. "How are you feeling today?" she asked, placing the clothes in his closet.
"I feel better," he replied.
"That's great," Per said with a smile.
"Where's Clair, Per? She's not here in the house, is she?" he asked tensely.
Per sighed, her smile fading. "No... She isn't here."
"You said I could see her in a couple of days. I can walk now. Please, let me see her," he pleaded.
Per hesitated, uncertain how to respond.
"What's really going on, Per? These things you're keeping from me are driving me crazy. I just want to see her," he burst out.
"Please, Zach, calm down," Per implored.
"No, Per, I need answers," he insisted desperately. Then, he paused as a troubling thought crossed his mind. "Doesn't she want to see me?" he asked in a hushed tone.
Per sighed heavily. "There's an old shed in the mountains... She was there... Long before you even woke up," she admitted reluctantly.
In the late afternoon, Per made her way to the shed. The door hung loosely on its frame as she entered. Inside, she found Clair seated on a chopped log, slouching with her face obscured by her hair.
"I told you not to come here," Clair murmured softly.
"He's been looking for you. You can't hide here forever," Per urged.
Clair remained silent. Per took a cautious step closer.
"Don't come near me," Clair warned.
Undeterred, Per moved behind her. "You did everything for him. I'm sure he knows that... He deserves to see you. Tell him yourself if you don't want him to see you again." With those words, Per turned and left.
Before midnight, Per escorted Zach over a hundred meters away from the shed. "Can you manage from here?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied.
"Just follow the tracks. I'll wait here," Per instructed.
"Go back. I'll handle this myself," he insisted.
Per was taken aback. "Are you sure?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
He nodded firmly and began walking towards the shed, clutching his cane and flashlight.
Per watched as Zach ventured onward alone. She hesitated briefly but realized he might be right; they should handle this themselves. With a flap of her wings, she took off and left.
Zach continued through the darkness. Per cleared a narrow path through the snow, making his way toward the shed. He followed cautiously, mindful of his steps, not wanting to stumble despite his eagerness to find Clair.
After eighteen minutes, he finally reached the shed and approached the closed door. He tried pushing and pulling it, but it seemed blocked from the inside.
"Clair, I know you're in there. Please, open the door," he called out.
There was no response.
"Clair! Let me in. We need to talk," he pleaded again.
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Divine & Wicked: The Trapped Memories (Book2)
Fantasy(Fantasy•Romance) COMPLETED Zach woke up with an addled mind and empty heart a few days after his surgery. He seemed to feel that his life had begun again. As he continued with what he thought was his normal life, fragments of his lost past slowly b...
