He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my jaw. His expression was compassionate. "If you want me to give them their memories back, I will."
I frowned, remembering how I'd gotten all mine back. "Do you have to kiss them?"
He laughed. "Yes, but it doesn't have to be on the mouth. When I erased myself, I kissed each of them on the forehead, and I did it so fast they never knew I was there or what happened."
Sighing, I leaned forward, resting my forehead to his. "Will that be easier? Giving them their memories back?"
"I don't know. No matter what we do, they're going to have questions that we'll have to answer." He took my cheeks into his hands and lifted my head so I was looking into his eyes. "After I wiped your memories and you left, I did, too. I couldn't stand to be here without you, so I took off for a while."
"Trent. . ." Sudden tears, hot and thick, burned the back of my throat. I'd never once stopped to consider what he'd done after I left Keene Valley.