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The resulting collision was harsh, the impact reverberating through the busy intersection.
As tires screeched and horns blared amidst the ensuing chaos, a figure wearing a baseball cap watched the
scene unfold with calm detachment.
Dolores was quickly taken to the ER, suffering from severe injuries. The hours dragged on with no updates on her
condition.
Lowell arrived at the hospital and slumped into a seat to wait.
Upon learning of the accident, Hanley rushed from the patient ward to find him.
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“Mr. Kennedy! When did you arrive here?” Lowell expressed his surprise.
“We cthis morning to visit Shaun, and then... well...” Hanley struggled to finish, worry creasing his face.
Concerned that Shaun’s condition was grave, Lowell asked, “Is he going to be alright?”
“He will recover, though it will be a long and difficult journey. He's dealing with amnesia, and it’s uncertain how
long it will persist.”
“Shaun has amnesia?” Lowell, previously unaware of Shaun's condition, was shocked.
“Poor Dolores. It's terrible. She should have been more cautious on the road. How did she end up in an accident?
What a bad day.” Hanley comforted Lowell, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I'm here with my wife.
Let us know if you need anything.”
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“Will do,” Lowell replied with a nod.
Hanley lingered a moment longer before leaving.
As Lowell sat back, he pieced things together: Shaun and Dolores both had car accidents, one resulting in
amnesia and the other in critical injuries.
How could both of them have ended up in car crashes? Could it really be just a coincidence?
A feeling of unease twisted in Lowell's stomach. Everything seemed off.
After a long and exhausting day, Dolores’s condition was finally stabilized, though she remained in intensive
care.
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Relieved that Dolores was stabilizing, Lowell set up extra security at the hospital before returning to his office.
Upon his arrival, he flipped the switch, but the darkness persisted. Puzzled, he turned to investigate when
suddenly, arms encircled his waist.
Startled, he tensed. Before he could respond, a playful voice whispered in his ear, “Did | scare you?”
“Is that you?” Lowell exhaled deeply, recognizing the voice.
“What are you planning now?”
“Just a bit of fun,” the woman whispered, her tone ripe with flirtation. “Think ofas a spy sneaking into the
president’s office, intent on capturing his heart.” She punctuated “heart” by tapping Lowell playfully on the
chest.
A chill trickled down Lowell's spine. He grasped her hand, his fatigue evident in his sigh. “Can we not play games
today? I'm really not up for it.”
Her voice grew softer, laced with feigned hurt. “Why are you so distant? | thought you'd be glad to see me.”
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