Raquel almost laughed, but caught herself in time. Weihan was serious – not being playful, not putting on an act. And he still had the gun trained on her.
"You don't know me?"
He glared, concentrating. "I know you. I don't know who you are."
"It's Raquel... Weihan, what happened to you?"
He swore in frustration, aiming less certainly. And then he laughed madly. "I was shot in the head. Someone tried to kill me."
Still he didn't seem to know her – it broke her heart. "Are you so sure they didn't?"
"No." he lowered the gun, hands shaking. "I'm not."