After Chase left, Mason and I went all out celebrating.I refused to spend another minute dwelling on Nicholas and Daphne or trying to understand why they'd done what they did. They'd already stolen five years from us, and I wasn't going to let them ruin this moment too.I'd always said I'd pop a bottle of champagne the day Mason regained his memory, and that was exactly what I did.I grabbed a bottle, popped it open, and poured us each a glass. We toasted, drank, played music, and danced around the living room, laughing and singing along to our favorite songs.By the time we left the living room, we were sweaty and exhausted. We headed upstairs, where a steamy shower kept us occupied for a while.Later, curled up in bed with Mason, I tried to cram five years into a single night, telling him everything I could think of.When I'd given him my diary, it had been different. I'd wanted him to understand the years he'd missed, hoping something in those pages might help him remember.Now hi
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