As I completed my recounting of how I regained my memories, I couldn’t help but observe a remarkable and profound shift in Rachel’s expression. The brightness that had initially shone through her features—reflecting joy and relief—now seemed to dim unexpectedly, as if a cloud had passed over her spirit. A familiar warmth that once enveloped her heart gave way to a mask of deep sorrow, one that seemed to wrap around her like a heavy, tangible shroud. I felt as though I were a spectator in a play, watching her emotions transform before my very eyes. A wave of unexpected sadness washed over her, and at that moment, my heart ached for her anguish, filled with a concern that bubbled up from within me like boiling water. I turned towards Rachel, furrowing my brow in worry, and gently inquired, “
