What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 529

Mrs. Larson ran to the store room and saw Lewis rummaging around the room. He seemed to be searching for something.

"Mr. Alvarez, what are you looking for? Let me help you find it."

Mrs. Larson offered, but Lewis didn't respond. He continued searching on his own.

After ferreting around a pile of assorted items, he finally found what he wanted.

He pulled out a small box from a corner.

He exited the room with the box. Mrs. Larson noticed it was filled with scraps of paper.

Lewis returned to the living room with the box and sat back on the sofa before pouring out the fragments.

He picked up the pieces and painstakingly pieced them together on the table. It was challenging because there were so many pieces, and he had to try them one by one.

Although many pieces didn't fit together, he showed no signs of impatience. He assembled them calmly.

Messy hair fell over his lowered head. He was still in his patient's gown. Mrs. Larson thought his focused demeanor made him look like a child.

It was like watching her eight-year-old grandson play with puzzles.

Every time Lewis completed a piece, he would tape it, gently place it aside, and use something to keep it in place.

Mrs. Larson wanted to help, but Lewis stopped her.

So she only stood by and watched him piece the papers. He continued late into the night.

The next day, Conrad came to see Lewis, but he was still working on the papers.

"Chairman Alvarez, there are some documents that need your signature."

Conrad handed him the documents. Lewis took them without even glancing at them. He hastily signed his name and tossed them aside before continuing piecing the papers.

"Chairman Alvarez, what are these?"

Lewis ignored him.

Conrad scratched his head. He was worried things might turn worse if Lewis kept behaving this way. But he couldn't think of a better way to handle the situation.

After standing there for a while, Conrad quietly retreated.

Lewis worked tirelessly for a day and a night until he finally completed the puzzle. It was a notebook filled with densely written words.

These were the memories Josephine had written down while she had amnesia, along with her desires.

Lewis turned to a page, and it read. "It seems like I've forgotten some things again, and he's upset with me. We're divorced. We're divorced. We're divorced. I shouldn't approach him again."

"He grew furious when he saw I wanted to ride in a hot air balloon. He seems to have forgotten that he made a promise to me. I lost a kite-flying competition with my classmates in fifth grade. He promised me that he would make a one-of-a-kind, giant kite, bigger than a house, to beat them all.

"I've waited so long, but he didn't make me one. Maybe he's forgotten by now."

"If I forget everything, will I become his favorite little sister again?

"It must be. Lewis said that as long as I obeyed him, he would treat me well for a lifetime. I forgot everyone else and only remember him."

Lewis turned page after page. Even though it was all written in a jumbled mess, each sentence held her helplessness and bitterness.

Mrs. Larson had awakened from her nap. She opened her eyes and saw Lewis still sitting on the sofa, flipping through the notebook.

Glancing at the sky, she realized it was dawn again.

Rubbing her eyes, she got up, approached him, and whispered, "Mr. Alvarez, you haven't slept again?"

He turned to the next page without lifting his head and said, "Sleep? What's the point?"

"You need to get some sleep ..."

"Sleep? Do I deserve to sleep?" He lightly traced his fingers over the words on the paper. "If only I had carefully gone through this back then, she wouldn't have ..."

He stopped midway and chuckled self-mockingly. "It seems like it wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Seth would still jump off the cliff, and she would still leave."

Mrs. Larson gathered her courage and tried to console him. "Mr. Alvarez, try to see it in a positive light. Perhaps it's a form of liberation for Mrs. Alvarez."

"I've already promised to release her. What else does she want?" He closed the notebook and lifted the urn. She's clearly punishing me."