There’s no recognition in her eyes when she looks at him, none of the warmth or teasing that used to reside there. Instead, she looks at him like she would a stranger – as if they weren’t once the closest of friends or closest of confidantes.
“Nadi?” he tries anyway.
She blinks slowly, frowning. He holds his breath, terror and hope squeezing his heart so tightly he can’t move, and then –
“Who are you?”