Forty-Nine Days of His Fake Amnesia Chapter 09
The recording started with wind.
Then my voice. Hoarse. Light.
“Evan. If you’re hearing this, you remembered.”
Evan sat on the bench outside Moonhall. Both hands gripping the recorder.
People watched. He didn’t see them.
I laughed softly in the recording.
“Forty-nine days. I kept reintroducing myself. Sometimes I wondered if you were really lost.”
“Your eyes were too cold. Not sick. Disgusted.”
Evan’s tears fell. No warning.
“Still. I wanted to try. Remember when I got lost in the mountains? You searched all night.”
“I kept that whistle. It doesn’t work anymore.”
“If you remember one day—don’t say sorry.”
Two seconds of silence.
“Throw it away.”
Evan clenched the whistle. The crack bit into his palm. Blood ran between his fingers.
Iris looked away.
“She didn’t want to be found.”
The High Moon Court trial.
Mira stopped playing fragile.
The evidence came out piece by piece.
Her voice recording—demanding the route change.
Her chat logs—telling Felix to block the real rescue.
Her backend video—”Don’t give her painkillers. Pain makes it look real.”
Mira went white. She pointed at Evan.
“He told me to! He wanted to punish her. I just went along!”
Evan sat in the defendant’s seat. Calm.
“I started it. I take responsibility.”
Mira froze.
Evan kept going. “But you’re not clean. You knew the rebar was real. You heard the healer say she’d die.”
Mira screamed. “I didn’t know! I just hated her! I didn’t want her dead!”
The Moonlight Judge slammed the gavel.
“Order.”
Verdict.
Mira: ten years. Intentional harm. Obstruction of rescue. Illegal streaming profiteering.
Felix: six years.
Other staff: various sentences.
Evan: seven years. Organizing illegal stream. Restricting freedom. Defamation. Primary responsibility for rescue delay.
He didn’t defend himself.
He just looked down at the broken whistle.
As they took Mira away, she was still crying.
“Sweetie! You can’t do this! You said she owed me ninety-nine grievances!”
Evan finally looked at her.
“She doesn’t owe you.”
Quiet.
“I owe her a life.”
After the trial, Iris read my will’s supplement out loud.
“All compensation under Naomi Greer’s name goes to Moonlight Mountain Rescue. Her ashes will be taken by Iris Hale back to the accident curve on Highpine Mountain. No headstone.”
The reporters erupted.
Evan’s head snapped up.
Iris looked at him. Read the last line.
“She said: the mountain wind belongs to no one. She should not be trapped as anyone’s Luna.”
Evan’s shoulders caved in.