Before the accident, she treated Nico like a shadow. Cold glances. Distant words. Even their son, Geo, barely received her affection.

Nico never complained. He just... endured it.

But everything changed when the car hit. The doctor said it was mild amnesia. She remembered her name. Her childhood. Her time in college—when she adored Nico.

But everything after? Gone.

Now, she looked at Nico with soft eyes again. She reached for Geo gently. She asked to help. And Nico, bitter but patient, let her try.

At first, Geo hid behind Nico’s legs, staring at her like she was a stranger. But she made him pancakes shaped like stars. She tied his shoes wrong but with care. She told him bedtime stories from memory, not habit.

And slowly... he started holding her hand. Calling her mama again.

She noticed their house felt... cold. Rooms that didn’t feel like hers. She asked why their bedroom had only his things. Nico didn’t answer.

But every night, unintentionally, she wandered to his room. She didn’t even realize it anymore. She’d fall asleep beside him after checking on Geo.

The first few times, Nico lay still, confused, unsure. But eventually, he stopped waking her.

Tonight, she turned toward him in her sleep, whispering, “Don’t leave...”

Nico stared at the ceiling. Eyes burning.