‘That I care about you.’

These words kept ringing in my head, but I knew it was because of the emotions that Raul had worn in his eyes when he spoke them.

I didn’t think I would forget them any time soon.

It was foremost, the emotion of sheer attachment, which kept bringing back those words.

And it was not like I was remotely interested in Raul. No. He was handsome and all that, but he seemed to have caught Diana’s fancy.

A few years would determine if it was a childhood crush, or something else.

Somehow, a feeling or gut—call it whatever—chose the latter.

I sighed at that. This...