Logan's POV
"Maybe that's what triggered her memory loss." My father said as he paced the room.
"Yeah, I mean, she said he was her best friend and she probably looked up to him like the older brother she didn't have." My mother said with sadness.
"The shock of him treating her badly and abusing her, must've effected her too much." My father continued.
"But why would that Drake person and her parents betray her like this?" My mother asked, anger lacing her every word. I sighted and averted my gaze to Eva. She was lying on her stomach in the floor scribbling on a piece of paper, god knows where she got it from. She looked so peaceful, so happy. She was beautiful.
"Why aren't you saying anything son?" My father asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I don't know what to say." I replied
