Chapter 162. Secretary and Aide

June POV

I watch Hermes laugh and chat with his friends, his eyes lighting up, his whole presence commanding the room—but he doesn’t glance my way once. My fists ball at my sides.

At least he’s alive. At least he didn’t die in his sleep.

I whisper to myself, over and over, trying to calm the storm in my chest. But it’s no use. My frustration swells until I can’t stay still. I have to leave the ward. How can he forget me? Me? I was there. I was with him until the last moment. We professed our love. And now he wakes up after a week, a whole week, and he doesn’t remember me.

“Hey, June. Are you okay?” Ted’s voice pulls me back as he rolls softly into the hallway.

I pace, eyes darting to the white ceiling, hands trembling. “I’m not okay, Ted. I… I don’t understand. How can this be real? How can he forget just me?”

Ted rolls closer, matching my frantic pace as best as he can in his wheelchair. “June… listen. We don’t know that yet. The thing is