ly to the side like a dutiful assistant, w

and set down her silverware. "You c

," he replied instan

s an o

eat at the far end of the long dining t

something. Her salad had

asked casually. She'd mentioned it once, yea

them myself, so I didn't add any." It was the truth. It was a

and cleaned the kitchen meticulously.

ng room sofa, watching

she beckoned to

bedient puppy. "Yes, boss

cushion next

keeping a respectful d

casual, "did you... ever have a

her, his eyes wide with anxiety. "

om beneath a sofa cushion and placed it on the coffee table

lipped through the pages. The handwriting was unde

ine?" he aske

ng for any flicker of recognition. "You wrote about a 'her

re like a foreign language. "I don't know... I really don't remember

w, helpless confusion of a man con

had held onto a sliver of hope t

-old Julian wouldn't remember this journal. It was

married loved someone else. And now, because of

Why did he get to forget everything, while sh

ck, her voice sharp and cold. "An incompetent

saw the disgust in her eyes, and a sharp pai

ble to look at his innocent face any longer.

nto the rain. He walked slowly to his room, glancin

lent living room, her knuckles w