Richard's POV
So disoriented, I rise from my misery when a chuckle reaches my ear, making me flicker my eyes open to see a pair of brown eyes that remind me of Arabel.
It isn't Arabel. It is my mother.
“Finally, someone is awake,” she murmurs before passing me a cup of coffee, which I take quickly to quench my thirst.
When I gulp down everything, I raise a brow in question. “What happened?”
She watches me for a while before asking with concern. “You don't remember?”
That causes me to shake my head and feel like I've just recovered from a severe hangover.
Was I drunk?
I wasn't.
It's been a while since I drank, so why can't I remember a thing?
I stare at my mother as I try to remember when it hits me. It was raining. I was outside when it rained. I called Ashley. Then what happen
