Her words hurt Ford so badly. His chest tightened, his throat suddenly dry. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. Did she really not remember him? His hands trembled slightly as he took a small step closer.
"Elena, are you honestly saying you can't remember me?" His voice cracked with emotion.
Elena simply shook her head, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had no answers to give him—only more questions. She turned away, as if distancing herself from the situation might help, but Ford was quick to react.
Gently, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not forceful.
"Baby, do you feel pain anywhere? Maybe something is wrong. How can you say you don't remember me?" His voice was filled with desperation now, his eyes pleading with her to say something—anything—to ease his fear.
Elena's heart pounded in her chest. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke, it was as if he truly knew her. But why couldn't she remember him?
