truthofherdreams:

“Do you know James?” the woman behind the counter asks her.

Emma frowns. “No, he just – no.”

She shakes her head, and shakes the air of familiarity away from her mind. Her memory is good enough for her to know she never met the man before. And even if she did, so what? She’s only here to make sure Henry is okay.

Nothing less, nothing more.