He grabbed her hand. "I'm fine. My head doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good." She smiled with relief and tried to pull her hand back, but he held onto her wrist tightly.

"Jack?" She looked at him in confusion.

He pursed his lips and, seemingly mustering all his courage, said, "Five years ago... did you really not leave me because you didn't love me anymore?"

"Why are you suddenly asking me that? I told you, I left because of... well, some other reason. Anyway, it definitely wasn't because I