Chapter 12

After Patrick left, I poured two glasses of water and set one in front of Bryson.

He spoke first.

"You've really changed a lot."

I was a little surprised, then said, "Bryson… let me tell you a story."

I told him everything that had happened in my previous life. What I had once buried in my heart, suffocating me, now poured out. I didn't expect Bryson to actually listen.

I watched his eyes slowly redden, and I asked with a faint smile, "So, Bryson… do you know what it really means to love someone?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

I closed my eyes and recalled the memories, a small, almost imperceptible curve forming on my lips.

"Last year, you were running from doctor to doctor for Christina, who had sprained her ankle, while I nearly died from postpartum hemorrhage.

"And when Logan had a 40-degree fever, you were celebrating Christina's successes."

It turned out that even old wounds could be recounted casually, without stirring the pain that had once seemed unbearable