Nicholas
I know Daynara is confused by my calm behavior. I’d have scolded her at any other time for making a mess of my home. But I’m not ready to reveal our previous conversation yet. Before approaching her, I want to ensure I have all the necessary evidence.
My thoughts turn back to her apology. It didn’t sit well with me that she thought she was the only one who felt anything all those years ago. I can’t define love, but I know that what I felt for Daynara was more than I had ever felt for anyone else. Even after our separation, she was never far from my mind. No other woman I met before or after ever compared to her. Not that there were many women after. And even those moments were forgettable, especially for someone with an identic memory. To my logical mind, what I feel must be lov
