The question lingered between them, obvious and intentional, with Anna growing more anxious by the second. She needed to know. Needed to understand what had truly happened to him.
She did not remember him ever telling her how he died.
But now, as Daniel himself reflected on it, something in his expression shifted.
Something uncertain.
Something incomplete.
"I… don't know," he admitted quietly.
Anna blinked.
"You don't know?" she repeated, disbelief evident in her voice.
It made no sense.
How could he remember their past? Their marriage. Their child. Her death.
And yet not remember his own?
Her heart pounded harder.
Daniel saw the questions forming in her eyes, the fear hidden beneath her confusion, and he spoke quickly.
"It is not that I remember nothing," he explained calmly. "I only recalled fragments during the last session."
Anna listened carefully.
"Before I could see more," he continued, "I suffered a severe headache. Jason had to stop the session midway."
