“So do I, Sarah.”
She felt a growing sense of relief taking root. Suddenly, there was reason for optimism. “Where do you suggest we begin?”
“At the beginning,” he said, his hazel eyes softening as he smiled. “We create new memories and pray the old ones return.”
“You have a silken tongue, my lord. I think that is why I fell in love with you.”
“And I fell in love with a courageous and spirited young woman who boldly came to me aboard my ship and said she could be of use to me as we sailed to New York during the race.” He kept his gaze on her face as she processed that bit of information. “Do you remember that?”
“The words sound... familiar. But there are no mental images to match with them.”
“They will return one day,” he reassured her. “I have every faith you shall make a full recove
