The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 494

Sloane jolted awake from the nightmare, a layer of cold sweat breaking out across her forehead.

This was the third time.

The third time she had dreamt of Garrison. The third time she had dreamt of that little boy. The third time he had thrown himself into her arms and called her "Mommy."

These haunting dreams were the reason she had been in such a daze lately.

Ever since the day she nearly drowned in the icy lake, fragmented memories had been flashing through her mind.

The freezing depths of the water, the haunting blue glow of The White Microbe, and those three unfamiliar yet deeply engraved faces... Now she knew they were real. They were events from five years ago, fragments buried deep in her subconscious.

But... who was that little boy?!

Could she... could she really be his mother? Did she and Garrison... have a child together?!

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Garrison's child was already ten years old, born to his ex-wife. Even if she... even if she had actually had a child with Garrison, why didn't she have a single memory of the man himself?!

Not even a fragmented flash of him!

How did they meet? Were they married? Did they live together? Where did they live?

These memories should have been far more important than The White Microbe, far more critical than the older memories she hadn't lost! She had given birth to his child, for God's sake!

Yet, she remembered absolutely nothing about Garrison...

The more Sloane thought about it, the more disturbed she felt. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was four-thirty in the morning, but sleep was completely gone.

Outside the window, the pitch-black sky slowly began to lighten, a pale gray creeping over the horizon.

Sloane sat quietly on the edge of the bed until the sky was fully bright. Then, she picked up her phone and sent Garrison a text:

Sloane ordered two coffees. The drinks arrived quickly, filling the air with a rich, roasted aroma.

Sloane wrapped her hands around the mug to warm them and casually asked,

"Is everything going smoothly with Vitas-1?"

"It's going well."

Garrison took a sip of his coffee and set the cup back on its saucer. "The trial run on Taylor Manufacturing's packaging line was successful. The first batch of samples passed quality control. Next up is the approval process."

Sloane nodded, her lips curving into a slight smile. "That's pretty fast."

"Yeah, three months at the earliest."

There was a rare lightness in his tone as he spoke, but his eyes never left her face through the steam rising from the cups. After a two-second silence, he set his cup down completely, his brow furrowing slightly.