“Darling,” I said softly. “That was six years ago.”
She blinked. “No, I… How can that be?”
“We have two beautiful daughters now, Amy and Stacy,” I said. For the sake of clarity, it didn’t seem to make sense to get into the complications of the situation at the moment. For now, I just needed Amelia to understand what was happening.
“Two?” she asked, her eyes going wide. Then they started to fill with fresh tears. “How could I forget our own daughters?” She blinked, and those tears tracked down her face. She was the picture of misery. “I’m a terrible mother.”
“No,” I said at once. I dropped her hands to cup her face instead and brushed away her tears with my thumbs. “You’ve had a head injury. It’s not your fault for forgetting. But our daughters love you. You don’t need to worry about th
