The Wife Who Forgot

l leave, the locket

nease prick

achment was n

ven in his quiet suffering, there

ndifference

ueezing her hand. He slipped the locket into his po

Ethan's reassurance sm

minder of a life she couldn't recall,

it. He was p

ear the docks, Michael work

uipment, the tools of his abandoned

nt he'd maintained from before the

sical remnants of h

ogra

h other, Leo a tiny bundle in her embrac

ne, into a cheap pape

sound was a

from business trips, fil

rom concerts,

wer from th

ed. Al

l, the stark white walls,

vacant, staring

n there, a vulture

had rushed to her bedside, seizing h

t him, a flick

I do

arling," Ethan cooed, his voice dripping with false

a deep, passionate love that Michael, her

us, controlling, a man s

ad clung to the first friendly face,

lnesses, who had celebrated her triumphs and soothed her fears, and

moment was a br

then, a small,

fragile? So easily

had haunted h

had been looking for an escape, and t

a fresh stab o

o longer

woman who wore her face was a pup

in the backyard of the house he

burned in a

the custom watch Sarah had designed for him,

orful scribble he'd proudly presented

voice was soft, laced with pity. She was

ia," he said, his vo

d box. Inside, a lock of Leo's ba

are memories." Her eyes

ael said, watching the flames consume the last

terally, not in the

ed Sarah Hayes, the husband, th

ed. Mark. Mark a

smoke and sorrow, but it