hen I was eighteen, I'd done it aga

myself. "I have time. I

everythi

I got a call fro

said, barely ab

escued me. I was in ICU for a month. I lost my

om,

t my memory back

used. Henry was too important to me. I hoped he'd

y to come home for dinner, b

is she?" I ma

is my girlfriend. You should ca

ayfully. "Aunt? That

a! Henry talks about you. Don't call me aunt

art dr

red, my heart sinking

back. "Henry, did you get a girlfrien

u being so sentimental? I made it clear be

ary stayed ove

om. Behind the curtains, I saw two figures entwined, kissing.

, I decided to

gs and waited until he usually got

ened the door, frownin

nry had grown distant. He spoke coldly, stopped trying to make me happy, and no l

ow could I give up? I clung to him, acted sweetly, trie

told myself. "I

ion, my heart ached. "Why

s dry and hoarse from