Ryan looked at her, a trace of confusion settling over his features. He didn't understand why she was suddenly mentioning that now.
"Our mothers have always been friends. We were first introduced when we were really young, and you were —"
"Ryan!" Arwen interrupted firmly. "I was barely three at the time. I wouldn't have remembered you from then. That's not what I am asking about. I am talking about the time when we both were old enough to remember the people we met."
She paused a little, her gaze unwavering, before she repeated her question again. "Do you still remember that time?"
Ryan furrowed his brows, thinking back. He nodded, a little hesitant. "We met later … at the hospital." His voice softened as he searched her face just to know if that was the time she was talking about. "You had just woken up after the anaesthesia had worn off. Aunt Catrin had introduced us then."
