Harry’s POV.
I brushed my hair and stared at the mirror one last time before walking out of the house. It was Kaira’s therapy day and I was unusually excited to see her.
Seeing her meant spending enough time with her. It was what I had planned out. After her session I planned on taking her to places we visited together.
This was my tool in helping her regain her memory quickly. I drove to her apartment and adjusted my sleeve before knocking.
After few knocks, Elizabeth opened the door holding a book. “Good morning Mr Harry”. I allowed myself in and looked around the sitting room.
“Good morning Elizabeth. Where is Kaira?”, I asked immediately. She locked the door and walked up to me.
“She is in her room”. Her response was swift and cold. “Today is her therapy session. Is she rea
