(Scarlett’s POV)
Who was that girl?
I don’t know how to answer that question without triggering him. Dr. Martin had made it clear. We couldn’t tell Jasper anything about the past five years. He needed time to recover, only then we could try to make him remember by recreating scenes and milestones in our life together.
Telling him directly could lead to a psychological breakdown.
“Letty, that girl…I don’t why seeing her made me recall your dream to start a family.” Jasper continues.
I’m a statue in his arms, unable to react or respond. His thumb traces circles on my wrist, the familiar gesture making my chest tight.
“Did you see her eyes? They’re an exact copy of mine. And her hair, Letty, her hair is the exact same color as yours. If I didn’t know we don’t have a child, I would’ve a
