A lonely bitterness took root in me. Of course he hadn't meant it. I knew it wasn't true, of course, but last night, the thought that someone at least believed he needed me...
But with daylight, his senses had returned. He knew.
"I'm not the one who saved you nine years ago," I said.
And too late, I realized my mistake.
(When did I tell her about that? Did Peelle say something to her?)
Oh, no. That was right. He'd only mentioned it being nine years -- he had never said anything aloud about being saved. I hurried to cover my tracks.
"You were talking in your sleep about it," I continued. "And if that's who you think I am..."
But he only smiled. "I don't normally sleep-talk. I must really have slept well last night."
I remained silent, but he pushed the conversation forward.
