"So you weren't pretending to be okay with whatever I said… just to make me feel better?" Anna asked, narrowing her eyes slightly, searching his face for any hint of uncertainty.
Daniel didn't even hesitate.
"I never pretend when it comes to you," he said quietly. "So when you said you were reborn, I never once thought you were lying."
There was something unshakably sincere in his voice—no defensiveness, no need to prove himself. Just truth.
Daniel had never been the kind of man to take Anna's words lightly. From the day she had walked into his life, he'd felt it—an inexplicable pull, a familiarity that made no logical sense. As if she wasn't someone new, but someone remembered. Someone he had always known, even before he had actually met her.
Anna, on the other hand, was still searching his eyes, waiting to catch even the smallest crack. Some sign that this was just another romantic line.
But she found nothing.
Only quiet certainty.
