100 My love

After spending some quality time together, Charlotte eventually rose to take her leave. Linda accompanied her to the garage, watching as her friend drove out of the compound. Deciding to linger outside for a while longer, Linda settled into a chair in the garden, admiring the colorful array of flowers. Just as she was beginning to relax, her phone rang, displaying an unknown number. Curious, Linda answered the call and brought the phone to her ear. "My love," a voice greeted her, causing her to furrow her brow in confusion. "Who is this?" she inquired, uncertainty tingeing her voice. "Vladimir. It pains me so much that you still don't remember me. I have tried to reach you but I can't find you anywhere. Could you send me your—" "Stop it!" Linda interrupted, her frown deepening. "I am not your love." "I know you don't remember me. But please send me your location and I would take you to the doctor and they would do their best to make sure you regain all your memories,"