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He didn’t like what he found. “You were watching this before I called?” Brody pauses for a moment before he answers. “This is the third time I’ve watched it in the past three days.” My eyes sting. “Because?” “Because it’s the closest I can get to understanding what it might’ve been like for you. I’ve been doing web searches about memory loss, too. And I ordered some books from Amazon.” I close my eyes and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I shouldn’t have mentioned anything.” “No. I’m not upset with you, I’m just . . . a little blown away, to be honest.” “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it—” “You can ask me anything, Brody.” He must hear the raw emotion in my voice, because he says gently, “Not if it hurts you. I’d rather
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