the consultant told her with a smile that did not sit easily on his face.“Please call me Sabrina.”As if she didn’t already know that. And if anyone called her Madame Valoire once more, she was going to hit them. She wanted to keep her own name. She caught sight of Raoul’s mouth curving into the briefest of smiles. Every time he did that it was another sign, another confirmation she was indeed his Sabrina. It was more evidence of the identity she’d lost. It frightened her more than ever that she really didn’t know who she was and to some extent was living a lie. Even worse was the fact that Raoul and many others possessed the advantage of knowing more about herself than she did. She felt out of control, incredibly vulnerable, and totally dependent on Raoul to help her recover her lost life.The consultant moved from his position next to the roaring fire and sat down. Sabrina glanced at Raoul. There was sympathy etched into his features and he covered her hand that gripped the arm of the brown leather chair.
