Several days had passed and we still had no idea what was the trigger for the memory loss. Actually, no. That would be a lie. The fifth of November once held a special place in my heart. And up to this point, that had stayed only as an assumption.
Honestly, I wish I could talk it out with Edmund but I fear… I terribly fear, bringing this up would break his heart. Is it truly a coincidence that my wedding anniversary to Alistair coincided with that particular date? And if I were to share this piece of information, would that not mean I acknowledge missing another man while being married to him? Ugh! What a horrible person am I?
His touches of assurance once again brought me back to reality. The fingers that interlaced with mine brought a type of warmth I once longed for. He gave me a complicated look.
I could only give him a slight smile in response.
Time was running out. I needed to confirm my theory. But how?
