Elena remained silent.
She remembered that Silas liked the dishes she cooked. Her coffee, the noodles she made for him, the ties she helped him knot every morning. After three years of marriage, Silas had grown dependent on her. This cold, domineering man had once shared a life with her like a husband and wife. She had thought that was love.
Until Sabrina returned from London.
“What are you thinking about?”
The man driving glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. He didn’t like this silent expression on her face.
Elena snapped out of her memories and looked at his profile. Sabrina was back, but Silas didn’t seem to be with her. Had Sabrina left him because of his memory loss? She had no right to question his relationship with that woman.
“I’m thinking about what we need to b
