“I apologize,” she spoke, sounding formal.
“You have me at a disadvantage.”
Her hand rose in greeting. “I’m Alexandra Robbins…and you are?”
I stared at her hand and then her beautiful face.
The woman I had loved passionately—desperately—and still loved to this day.
My former fiancée…who was looking at me with no recognition.
As if I were a stranger to her.
And then it hit me as I took in the emptiness in her eyes.
I’d spent so much time trying to find my way back to her, only to have her not remember me.
One thing was for sure—I would spend my last breath trying to remind her who I was, who we were, and who we would eventually be again.
All I needed was the chance to show her.