"Frank, Frank?!" Yannick Luther uttered a few words, but there was no response from the person nearby. He raised his head and saw Frank Parker lost in thought.
He didn't know what Frank was thinking about, but it seemed that his thoughts had engrossed him entirely.
Slightly annoyed, Yannick reached out and waved his hand in front of Frank's eyes: "Frank, snap out of it. What are you thinking about?"
That's when Frank Parker finally came back to earth.
His gaze was still somewhat vacant, filled with confusion, and then he turned to look at Rebecca Kelloway.
The memories of that year when he was ten, most of it was not clear to him anymore.
But one thing that was imprinted deeply in his olfactory memory was that sweet scent. Even after all these years, he still remembered it.
He couldn't recall which perfume Rebecca used that night.
But over the many years since, Rebecca had never used that perfume again.
