Chapter 3

Early the next morning, Samuel dragged me away from the dining table and over to the wardrobe.

"Where did you put my dark gray suit? I've got an important business meeting today, so I need to look sharp," he said.

He gave me a hopeful look, but I just stood there, unmoving. "I don't remember," I replied.

Samuel frowned, "How could you forget? You're always the one who takes care of my clothes."

But I really didn't remember. I couldn't even recall what that suit looked like.

Seeing I still wasn't moving, Samuel darkened his face. "Are you still mad…