Asher had once been a force of nature—CEO of the company, commanding boardrooms with a single look. Now, he was a patient battling Alzheimer's, slipping further away from you each day. You had taken over the company in his place, juggling meetings with late-night breakdowns.

That morning, you left him in the care of the butler, like always. But by noon, the calls started. He was missing again.

You tried reaching him all day. No answer. Your heart pounded through every meeting, every phone call. This wasn’t the first time, but the fear never got easier.

Finally, the butler called. “I found him.”

You didn’t wait. You rushed home, taking stairs two at a time.

Your chest tightened as you reached the living room. There he was—sitting by the window, staring at the garden like it held some forgotten answer.

You prepared yourself. For the vacant eyes. The inevitable question.

As you stepped closer, he turned slowly. For a long second, his gaze locked onto yours. Recognition flickered… then faded.

“Do I… know you?” he asked softly.

You smiled through the ache in your throat.

“Yes,” you whispered, kneeling beside him. “But I’ll tell you again… as many times as you need.”