Dinner came and went but they barely ate. Henry tore his bread into small pieces, staring at her like he was afraid to blink and miss something important about her face.
Rachel noticed and raised a brow. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she asked with a shy smile.
"Like what?" Henry asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about.
"I don't know. Like I'll disappear if you look away," she said with a shrug.
He lowered his eyes. "I'm trying to remember you so I don't forget what you looked like tonight," he said truthfully.
Her breath caught when she heard that. But she took a deep breath, reminding herself this was the last time they'd see each other.
"You don't need to remember me like that. You have other memories of me," she said, matter of factly.
Henry nodded. "Yes, I do," he said softly. "But tonight is different for me," he said, making Rachel smile.
