I wiped her tears and took my son from her arms, laying him on the other side of her on our bed so I could get closer to her. Once he settled down after a moment’ fussing I turned back to her, lifting her onto my lap.
“That night in the forest, you had no memory of me?” She shook her head no.
“No, but you kept calling my name, even when you were sick with fever. That’s why I thought you were just mistaking me for someone else.”
“But then, I saw something, but it was too fleeting to grasp. And then my…Giselle came up with the plan for Des and I to return with you to keep you safe.”
“How did you survive all those years? How did you live?”
“I had no memory until I woke up in the cottage, so it was easy to accept the past she’d made up for me. Now that I think back, there were times when Des seemed torn about telling me something, but always he’d catch himself and let it go.”
“So you had no memory of me, of us, until now.”