I sighed, looking over at my wife as she nursed the teapot. She didn’t remember me. She had a coma for two months and when she woke up, she only remembered things from five years ago, before she met me. I stood up, pushing my chair back.

I walked to her slowly and stood right behind her, looking down at her head. I swallowed, my throat bobbing.

Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around her and let out a huff.

“I miss you…” I whispered.

I squeezed her body against mine and felt her tense. This didn’t feel like her.

I freed her, sighing.