Evan Willow opened his mouth, and after a long pause, he said softly, "Amanda, can you tell me what exactly happened while I was gone these past few days?"
Some wounds, even if buried over and over again, won't heal until the pus within is squeezed out.
The same applies to wounds of the heart.
When Amanda Smith heard his words, the smile on her face faltered for a moment, and after a long while, she shook her head, "…I've forgotten."
"Amanda…"
"I really have forgotten."
She broke free from Evan Willow's embrace, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.
Her frantic demeanor hurt him, and Evan Willow began to regret his impetuous question. He gently took Amanda Smith's hand and said softly, "Amanda, shall we go apply some medicine? Does that sound good?"
His voice was gentle, with a hint of coaxing that was almost impossible to resist.