“I’m never gonna hurt you, Grace. Never. I swear to you. All I want to do is spend every day making you happy.”
“And if something happens with my memory?” I ask, searching his face.
“You said you could wake up one day and not remember me.”
He says it like a statement, but there’s a question behind it. I nod, waiting for the rest.
“Have you had any problems since your accident with losing new memories?”
“No,” I admit. “But the doctors told me I could—”
“But you haven’t,” he interrupts firmly. “And I’ve been thinking. When was the last time you saw a doctor about your memory?”
“Ten years,” I answer immediately. I remember the exact date.
Brody repeats slowly, “Ten years. You know what? It’s time to get another opinion.”
I shake my head, wanting him to understand how little hope ther
