“And music,” she added, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “There was music playing.”
A Christmas party, perhaps, I thought, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory.
“We’ll find it,” I assured her, hoping to keep her spirits up.
Her eyes met mine, a shared understanding passing between us. She trusted me to see her through this night.
The minutes ticked by, and I could see her eyelids drooping, the warmth and comfort of the diner lulling her into a sense of safety.
“You can rest if you want,” I said softly. “I’ve got you.”
She nodded, her head resting against the back of the booth, her small body finally relaxing.
As she drifted off, I promised myself I would do whatever it took to get her back where she belonged.
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