Iris froze. That strange, dull ache pressed against her chest again. She pressed a hand over her heart on instinct. Something felt like it was about to break through, to push past whatever wall had been holding it back and reveal itself right in front of her. But then her eyes met Lucas' dark, depthless gaze, and she snapped back to the present. She lowered her hand slowly. Her lips parted and closed, parted and closed. Finally, she dropped her gaze once more. "I am sorry. I have Alzheimer's. Your friend said we were once together, but I do not remember it."
"I know."
Lucas kept his eyes fixed on her. "And you do not need to apologize for that. I am the one who should be apologizing."
Iris looked up sharply, her brows drawing together. "What? Why would you need to apologize?"
Lucas did
