The Truth About Our Memories

“Let me try that again. Did you know or did you think that I was worried?” I asked.

“What are you trying to get at, Mila?” he asked without beating around the bush.

I wasn’t trying to play games with him, and my question was just as it sounded. I wondered if he just guessed that I would be worried and that I wanted the girls to be saved or did he actually know with absolute certainty that that was what I wished for.

“I…wonder if you could have read my mind…” I replied softly.

The way the prince’s eyes stared deeply into mine told me that he understood the true meaning behind my words. I didn’t mean it in the metaphoric sense but in the literal sense. It did occur to me that the prince may have somehow read my mind and figured out what I wanted. Prince Leonard had a slightly conflicted look on his face as if he was debating what he was going to say to me next. That was enough to let me know that I must have guessed correctly.

As far as I was aware, all we were able to do was communicat