At the mention of a child, Maxwell's thoughts drifted back to bittersweet memories that cut deeper than any knife.
There was a time when he and his darling Scarlett had dreamed about their future family together. He remembered it vividly, a night bathed in moonlight with the stars scattered across them like diamonds. Scarlett had nestled in his arms, gazing up at the heavens, when she suddenly murmured his name.
Her voice had been laced with dreamy curiosity back then. "Max, if we have two children someday, who do you think they'll take after? And would you prefer a son or a daughter?"
Her eyes had sparkled in the darkness, overflowing with hope for their future together. For the life they would build.
If only he hadn't lost his memories, they might already be married by now, living th
