FRANK
I went directly to a cupboard, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and poured myself a glass. The past few weeks had been difficult due to business deals and rushed wedding preparation.
Those days, however, were nothing compared to this hellish night. After Faye had stormed out of my office, I was left in restlessness. I dismissed my meeting and spent the rest of the night unable to focus, unable to concentrate, unable to do anything but think about Faye.
Now she was going straight to the orphanage to discover the fraction in her memory that was 'purposely' taken away from her.
She might have forgotten about everything. However, every single bit of it was stuck intact in my mind and heart.
I would never forget about the first time I'd seen her - that moment I'd opened the orphanage'
