CHAPTER 95-WATCH OVER

Henry and Tristan sat beside Lydia's hospital bed and they both tried to talk to her despite suffering from memories loss.

"Who are you?" Lydia asked, confusion written across her face.

"I'm Henry and this is Tristan. We are your friends." Henry's grip tightened on her hand.

Lydia's eyes darted between them but she couldn't recognize them, "I don't know you."

Henry's heart sank, "It's okay, Lydia. We are here to help you. Can you remember anything? Anything at all?"

Lydia closed her eyes, trying to remember something but she couldn't, "I don't know my name." she whispered.

Tristan's eyes met Henry's, "It's okay, we will help you remember things.

Henry leaned in, "But is there anything you do remember? Anything at all?"

Lydia wondered and her eyes flickered when something came in her mind, "The bungalow," she whispered.

Henry knew she was referring to his house, the place his mother had been killed.

"What do you remember about that house?" Henry asked.

"I-I saw someone died in