NovelEnglishSophia didn't want Amanda to go out of her way for her; it would make her feel guilty. So she glanced at her godmother, "Godmom,
why don't you head back first? I'll swing by after | wrap things up here."
"No way, going back alone would be such a drag," Amanda shot down the idea without a second thought. "I'm fine, you do your
thing, and we can head back together once you're done."
Sophia had no choice but to nod.
Harvey Ferber glanced at his watch and stood up, "Alright, it's getting late. You guys should get srest."
And with that, he was gone.
Amanda could tell Sophia was exhausted and quickly told her to get srest before leaving herself.
The once bustling room quieted down in an instant.
Sophia let out a sigh of relief. With the room empty, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about Amanda's kindness and care felt off to her. It was like she was
betraying someone by accepting Amanda's help and her family's embrace, but she couldn't remember who.
From the moment she opened her eyes, her mind had been a blank slate.
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No past, no future, no others, not even a sense of self.
It was as if she was meant to exist in this void.
So faced with this emptiness, she didn't panic, she just felt lost.
No clue where hwas, where the road was, yet she had this vague sense that it had always been this way.
Beneath this faint sense of normalcy, she still felt like she was missing something crucial.
She couldn't remember, and her body instinctively resisted any attempt to delve deeper.
Harvey Ferber told her that her nwas Sophia.
The nfelt both familiar and sorrowful.
Anytshe tried to dig into the meaning behind her name, she'd feel a mix of curiosity and sadness, as well as physical
symptoms like headaches or fainting spells.
Her doctor said these symptoms might be her body's way of protecting itself from painful memories.
He advised her not to force anything her body was resisting, as it could make the pain stick and hinder her memory recovery.
Better to take it easy.
Besides, her body was in no shape to handle intense shocks. It needed a long, slow recovery after taking a serious beating—and
she wasn't even close to healing yet.
One day, Harvey Ferber mentioned that someone had spent a cool billion searching for her.
She didn't react with shock or joy, just felt it was both improbable and possible.
This possibility didn't excite or please her, she just had a hunch it was something that person would do.
Who this person was, she had no idea.
She just had a vague sense of someone who was strict, cool, detached yet incredibly responsible—a good guy who made her heart
ache just thinking about him.
Sophia couldn't quite explain it, just a fleeting, elusive feeling.
Harvey Ferber suggested trading her for the docks, but she flat-out refused, unable to explain why, just a gut feeling she didn't
want to cause him trouble.
When Harvey teased, "Don't you want to know how important you are to that guy?" she didn't see the point in testing it. It was like
she already knew the answer deep down.
And using the docks as bait was too high a stake.
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Whoever this guy was, she didn't want to be the source of such hassle and loss for him.
Though her heart was heavy, there was no resentment or hate, just an even-keeled calmness.
She had this feeling that things were okay as they were, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something even
more important.
Sophia's gaze drifted out the window, but as she tried to concentrate, the familiar headache hit her again.
Forcing herself to press a hand to her forehead, she grabbed her phone with the other, seeking a distraction.
As the screen lit up, the call for design submissions for the science museum she'd snapped earlier at West District High School
popped up. Without a second thought, she grabbed her pen.
Designing was the one thing that quickly soothed her difort.
Over at the Crawley household,
Brandon had just finished dinner with Theresa when the doorbell rang.
Grace went to answer it.
"Kent," she called out as she opened the door.
"Is Mr. Crawley around?" Kent's voice followed.
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