Mark's frown deepened, and his eyes swept up and down my frame for almost a minute before he burst out, "I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid. How could I possibly have such a young mother? How old am I?"

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up my throat. I was sad that he had lost his memory, but it felt really good—too good—to have him back. To listen to him throw out blunt statements without a second thought.

Turns out his memory was the only thing he lost after all. Thank God. I didn't think I would be able to handle him if he lost his memory...