She took it, holding in both of her hands for a moment. "You can talk to me, Ferris. I like talking to you and hearing what you have to say."
She hesitated, squeezing his hand before letting go. "If you don't want to, that's okay. I'm not sure if I'm able to explain everything."
"I'd sound crazy," she said, frowning as she looked down. "And.. I'm not sure you'd believe a word I said."
He looked baffled, looking down at her. “I’m not sure I understand,” he said tentatively, his brows furrowed.
"No, I wouldn't. But would you be convinced that the same person you consider merciless also took your memories?"
Her brows furrowed. "What..? You were protecting your family, Ferris. Romero was trying to hurt you and your sister. And by the looks of it you're still getting hurt."
He frowned at her, pulling down his sleeve self consciously. “Romero wouldn’t do that,” he said. “How would you know, anyway? You’re the landlord.”
She laughed sadly. "I'm not actually a landlord, Ferris. I only said that so that guy would let me go."
He stood up suddenly, pulling away from her, distrust reflected in his face. “Does Romero know that? Who are you, then?”
"Romero knows," she said, frowning as she looked down. "I came here to help you get out, Ferris. I didn't think you wouldn't remember me."
