"What's eating you, Lisbeth? Did you and Raines have a spat?"
A ghost of a forlorn smile flickered across Lisbeth's face, "I wish it were just a spat. He treats me like a total stranger now, and we can't even muster up a proper argument."
Aurelia patted her shoulder, "Lisbeth, patience is key here. Raines has lost his memories, and it's bound to throw you off. Hang in there."
Lisbeth sniffled, "To him, I'm no different than a passerby, no emotions, nothing. I'd rather be the target of his anger, his blame, anything but this indifference."
Aurelia sighed inwardly. She wasn't quite sure how to comfort Lisbeth. After all, she hadn't walked in those shoes. If Leopold ever forgot her, she'd be devastated too.
"Have you told him about the baby?"
Lisbeth nodded, feeling a chill as she thought about Raines doubting their child, "He seems not to be fond of the kid."
Aurelia flinched slightly, "Raines might be dealing with PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. That could explain his emotional numbness. He needs you now more than ever, and you've got to be strong to help him."
She remembered how she'd withdrawn into her shell like a snail after her injury in that explosion, wanting to hide from the world. If it hadn't been for Arnold and William's support, she might never have bounced back.
Lisbeth drew a sliver of comfort from her friend's words, but her worry for Raines deepened.
"Do you think Raines will get better?"
"We'll see," Aurelia said as she patted Lisbeth's shoulder again, "Let's consult Skyler later, he's got a degree in psychology. He'll have insights."
"Okay."
The morning brought with it a parade.
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