Antonin kissed the back of her head. Neither of them said anything for several minutes. It was pleasant to just enjoy the presence of the other. Over the years there had been so few times that she actually appreciated the calm she usually felt in her home. Whatever was wrong with her memories robbed her of that comfort. As much as it terrified her to learn that there was something messed up inside her brain, she was gradually coming to the realization that it was better to know than not to know.