“Fine, fine, that's good. I'll be able to bond with my son,” I said with a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
Grandfather looked at me for a long time, while I darted my eyes left and right, not meeting his gaze. He asked a question that threw me off guard,
“Do you love him?”
I tried to act neutral and respond nonchalantly,
“Of course, I do. He is my husband,”
“No, Clara. We both know you lost your memory. The feelings are almost gone or completely gone. Now, as a new person, do you love Leo? Or are you just doing all these because they are the family you have come to know after the loss of your memory,”
I bit my inner cheek. With the way, he was looking at me, as if he were staring deep into my soul, I wondered if this man could see more than meets the eyes.
I wish I could tear
