Chapter 242-2

"I screwed up big time here, didn't I?" "No. You remembered. You're still you." I tried to stifle the sob and failed miserably, feeling it burn in my throat. "It doesn't matter. I was too late. I remembered too late." "It matters," he replied. "It will be okay, you know." I shook my head. "Why do you always say that? Why do you always say it will be okay?" "Because it will. You'll see." He gave me a small almost-shy smile. "Watch for the light." "W-what?" I said, bewildered. Light? What light? Brandon crouched down beside me and brushed a lock of hair off my face. "Come on," he said. "Prolonging it will only make it more difficult." Turning my head to glance at him, I wondered where he had gone: my husband. Had he ever been there? Had the face I'd woken up to all those years ever really been his? Or had he always been this monster? "Difficult?" I sneered. "Fuck, Bran, you don't even understand the meaning of the word. You want to know