The more she interacted with Caspian, the more familiar he seemed to Brittany. It was as though deep marks had been etched into their lives, binding them together before they even realized it. Isaac set his spoon down, his gaze profound and shadowed. "Yes."

Brittany clutched his sleeve, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Then what are we to each other?"

"What do you think?"

Isaac glanced around. "Don't you feel that this house, its decoration, or even the style, seems familiar?"

Brittany swallowed hard, struggling for words. "I...I do."

It was odd. Despite her scarce interactions with Caspian, seeing him always gave her the impression he was the one she had been searching for.

She licked her lips, tentatively asking, "Are we... lovers?"

Isaac remained silent.

"Married?"

"But, I've seen pictures, you're not Isaac-"

Brittany faltered.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.

Isaac swiftly got up, pressing his hand against the back of his hand, and pulled out the IV needle, closing the door firmly. "If I don't permit you to leave, you stay put." Realizing the gravity of the situation, Brittany nodded in understanding.

door to find

seems to

movement to remove the needle was brisk,

suggests

visitor leave, Brittany emerged

throbbing pain in her head, yet she

complexion, Isaac quickly approached, concerned. "What's

"My head hurts."

picked her up, placing her back on the bed, massaging her temples. "Why the

sunflowers made me think of the

stop thinking about

"It's okay not to

a while, she grabbed Isaac's hand. "You haven't answered my question." She needed to know the nature of their

you want answers, you'll have to

skin as she traced her fingers over his features, suddenly noticing something odd

closely, realizing it

"You-"

of his body pressing her into

was in disbelief.

I'm taken." Isaac whispered against her earlobe. "But my wife seems to have forgotten me, even took

Brittany trembled. "You're Isaac?"

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