Nora Ainsworth's head snapped toward him, her myriad thoughts blurring into a bleak haze. "You'll drink it, and then... you'll forget me?"
Seeing him nod, she actually let out a faint laugh. "Keep that potion safe. Maybe you'll really need it someday. When that time comes, I won't ask for anything else. I just want you to be safe and sound."
'Whether we're together right now or not, I have to prepare for the worst.'
Quentin Grant stared at her intently. "You're definitely hiding something from me. Nora, you don't want to tell me because you're afraid I'll worry, right? Sooner or later, I'll find out what you're hiding!"
Nora Ainsworth cupped his face with her hands. "I'm so tired. Let's just go to sleep."
She clearly didn't want to discuss it any further. The time they had together could be fleeting or it could be long; the future was unknown. 'Why borrow trouble? As long as we cherish every second we have together, that's what matters.'
