Julian fumbled around a few times, and his fingertips brushed something warm.

She was crying?

Francesca caught his fingers. Very softly, she asked again, “Holding on… is it hard?”

The man closed his eyes lightly, like he was thinking it through.

“When you can’t see, and you don’t have any memories, your world is barren. It’s even frightening, because you don’t know what tomorrow is. I can’t do anything. Eating and sleeping ...