He couldn’t believe she wasn’t laughing at him. “Yes, but it’s dangerous. You could just meet your daughters and form new memories.”
“I want to remember.”
“You’re taking this way better than I thought you would.”
She smiled for the first time since he started telling her the story. “There’s always been an emptiness in my chest, like I lost something. And I’ve known there was more to the world than what I can see.”
“You should hate me.”
“Hate has no place in the world. My daughters are healthy and fine. Their dad is dead. Everything in life has a way of working itself out. Why add more hatred to something when we can look at the good side? I’m going to meet my daughters. And every time you say Diem’s name, your eyes brighten. I know you care about her.”
“I love her.” It was the first time he’d said the words out loud.
She reached across the table and patted his hand. “Then you need to tell her that.”
“I’m not here to talk about me. I needed to tell you about your daughters.”
“What do we need to do to get my memories back?”
Gideon hoped his idea would work.