Khaat didnt' know what they were talking about. She had no idea who John was. She was out of place here at times. She played with her eggs, nibbling at them. Brian didn't harp. Khaat had to admit, the spaghetti smelled wonderful but her stomach wasn't going to handle it.
She was feeling a bit alone, when her head began to ache and spin a bit. She hesitated to avoid dropping her fork. And then she had a flash of something. It only lasted a second. But it was so horrible, so ugly, so vicious, that there could not be any possible way that she could be Brian's anymore. No man would want a woman after that. No way. Brian had to be lying to her because he felt sorry for her. She heard the little plate of eggs fall to the floor, and before she knew it, she was on her feet attempting to run when she couldn't stand or walk without help.
"Whoa!" Brian levitated his plate almost up to the ceiling to get it out of the way, and he had lept to his feet. She was trying to run, all of a sudden, without warning. She was panicking. One instant she had been fine. And the next she was in a panic. He dove for her, trying to get to her before she hit the floor.
Robert dropped his fork on the floor, and he raced towards his daughter. He already had an idea what was happening. He didn't expect it this soon. Not at all. He saw Brian sweep a strong arm around her waist as she fell. She was trying to fight him, wanting to get away.
"Give her to me," Robert said, stepping in. He took her from Brian. He put her back on the sofa and sat next to her. "Look at me," he said to her softly. She couldn't. She didn't have the nerve to look anyone in the eyes and didn't think she'd have it ever again. He drew her face up to look into his eyes. "You remembered something," he said slowly, studying her. "Whatever it was, the one thing thats true now is the same thing thats always been true. We love you. No matter what you think you saw, we loved you then, and the only thing thats changed is that we love you more."