Orion’s sudden grin was something radiant. As if he had achieved something by remembering what she hadn’t, and for a moment—only a moment—Rosalind wondered if it would be so bad if he never got his memories back, if they simply chose to start again from the very beginning. When he was like this, he didn’t feel the hurt of his mother using him, didn’t wear that sad anger from fighting his brother at every turn.
