Benedict watched me closely. “You do understand, don’t you? She will remember on her own someday, and the longer you hide the truth from her, the worse things will be.”
“Maybe,” I said, but I was secretly hoping that she wouldn’t remember.
She had a right to those memories of course. They were the truthful experiences from her past. But they had also been so needlessly hurtful to her. I would do anything to spare her from that pain again.
“You may think you are choosing her health and well-being by keeping her in the dark,” Benedict said. “You say that the past will hurt her, and you are right. It will. But do not for a moment try to fool me or yourself into believing that your primary goal here isn’t to save your own skin.”
“I only want to protect her,” I said, but my resolve felt sha
