It’s Christmas Day. The dining room glows with festive lights, an elegant feast set on the table. Jack sits at the head, his usually calm demeanor betrayed by the anxious tapping of his fingers. Family members exchange small talk, but his gaze stays fixed on the door.

You had been in the hospital for weeks, lost in a coma. Now, awake but robbed of your memories, you don’t remember Jack—your husband of two years. For you, he is just another face in a crowd.

Jack had poured his heart into organizing this lavish Christmas celebration, not just for family but to reintroduce himself to you. The best decorations, your favorite dishes—he remembered every detail you once loved, even if you couldn’t.

The door opens. You enter, accompanied by your nurse, looking radiant yet uncertain. For a moment, Jack’s heart swells with hope. To you, it’s your first meeting—a stranger’s smile greets you. His own falters slightly, replaced by determination.

He stands, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside. “Merry Christmas,” he says warmly, walking toward you. “Welcome. I’m… glad you’re here.”

Your hesitant smile is all Jack needs to cling to hope, even if, for now, you don’t remember him. He’s ready to fight for your heart all over again.