Chapter 103

Camila's eyes flew wide open in disbelief. "Hit by his mom?" What the hell was going on? Could Prescott actually remember something now? Were those fragmented memories from his childhood? That one moment of shock sent a flood of thoughts racing through her mind. Her gaze slowly lowered, eyes welling up with emotion until tears finally spilled over. "You... you're crying," Prescott said, blinking at her. His usually cold, unreadable eyes now looked timid and innocent. That wasn't the gaze of a grown man. And suddenly, everything clicked. Camila's earlier suspicion was probably true-Prescott's current state of mind was stuck in his childhood. She didn't know how to handle it. Trying to pretend like nothing happened, she wiped away her tears and forced a gentle smile. "Yeah... I cried. Because you forgot who I am." That this man-normally arrogant, imposing, the kind who'd silence a room just by walking in-had once been this scared, this broken... it was heartbreaking. Him hiding in the pi