"She was the woman I married when I was in the slave camp."
Keno looked at the couple in the small house. They seemed happy as their smiles were bright and laughter was filling the place cheering up the atmosphere. However, the current Keno wasn't feeling any of that happiness but a bit of self-pity.
Irina, on the other hand, didn't know what to say, it was the first time she had felt so many changes of emotions in a matter of hours. And her mind was giving her strange thoughts.
'He must have loved the woman so much to still remember her name, even after his memories were blurred and sealed.'
The scene in front of them was of a very loving couple, Irina couldn't keep watching, the same man had flirted with her several times that day and she should be hating him but she couldn't. She only felt a bit of a suffocating feeling growing in her throat.
