Desperate, with no progress in trying to recall the chain of events, Esther let her head fall back onto the pillow, realizing that forcing herself to remember only made the pounding in her skull worse. If this situation weren’t so confusing, she might have been slightly amused by the sight before her. Gaara’s lips parted just a little as he slept. It was such a contrast to the version of him she knew every day. He looked innocent, almost endearing, enough to make Esther bite her tongue to stop herself from squealing.
Her face grew warm in an instant.
“G–Gaara…” Esther whispered softly. Instead of staying silent and struggling to piece together her memories alone, she thought that asking Gaara directly might help bring some of them back. “Gaara…” she called again, trying to wake the delin
