Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 282

DAVE POV

The moment Dr. Sana finished with the kids, Anna and I straightened from where we had been sitting outside the ward.

We had deliberately excused ourselves while she attended to them. Not because I didn’t want to know what she was saying, but because I figured the kids deserved at least one conversation in their lives where their parents—or whoever the hell I was to them at this point—weren’t hovering around listening to every single thing they said.

So when the door finally opened and Dr. Sana stepped out, I immediately stood.

She looked calm.

Too calm, if you asked me.

I mean, this woman had just spent the last half hour talking to two children who had watched their mother almost die, only to find out that the woman who woke up didn’t remember being their mother.

That was enough trauma to fill an entire psychology textbook.

Anna got up beside me.

“How are they?” she asked immediately.

Dr. Sana gave us a small smile.

“They’re doing better than I expected.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Really?”

“Really.” She nodded. “They’re obviously distressed. Both of them experienced a significant emotional shock, and yesterday’s events have shaken their sense of security. But they are not showing signs of being completely psychologically destabilized.”

I nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

“There’s anxiety. Fear. Confusion. And I noticed that Eli tends to externalize his emotions more, while Ava internalizes a lot of hers.”

That sounded exactly like them.

I almost smiled.

Almost.

“She is already starting to take responsibility for things emotionally that aren’t hers to carry,” Dr. Sana continued. “She’s asking herself whether her mother’s memory loss means she did something wrong. Eli is more likely to verbalize his fear and frustration.”

Anna sighed.

“That sounds like them.”

“They’re both very attached to Lydia,” Dr. Sana said. “And that’s actually something we can work with.”

I looked at her.

“So they’re okay?”

“They’re okay for now.”

For now.

Those two words had become my least favorite words in the English language.

Dr. Sana seemed to notice my expression.

“Dave, they’re children. We shouldn’t expect them to process something like this perfectly. There may be emotional outbursts. There may be clinginess. There may be sleep disturbances, nightmares, questions repeated over and over, even moments where they seem completely fine and then suddenly break down.”

I swallowed.

“But nothing that we should panic about?”

“Not at this point.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

Anna folded her arms.

“Good. That’s the update I needed.”

Dr. Sana looked at her.

“The update you needed?”

“Yes.” Anna pointed between herself and me. “The children are one thing. Now tell us how we’re supposed to navigate Lydia.”

Ah.

There it was.

The question none of us had an answer to.

Dr. Sana’s expression changed slightly.

Not dramatically.

Just enough for me to notice.

“Honestly,” she said, “there isn’t one trick that fixes this.”

Anna nodded.

“I figured.”

“And there definitely isn’t an immediate solution.”

“I figured that too.”

“It is going to be gradual.”

“How gradual?”

Dr. Sana paused.

“That’s the difficult part.”

I hated that answer already.

She continued.

“Memory recovery after a brain injury is unpredictable. Some memories can return spontaneously. Others may return when something triggers them—a familiar voice, a smell, a location, a photograph, a piece of music. And sometimes memories return in fragments rather than one complete sequence.”

I glanced toward Lydia’s ward.

“So we remind her?”

“Carefully.”

“What does carefully mean?”

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