Xavier

I stared at Alice, my wife, my mind reeling with confusion and hurt. How could I forget her? The woman I must have loved, the mother of my child. I remembered everything else - my childhood, my friends, my career - but her? It was as if my brain had deliberately erased her from my memory.

Alice's eyes fluttered open, and our gazes locked. Her bright brown eyes sparkled, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths. She smiled, her fingers tracing the contours of my face. "Are you awake?" she whispered.

I felt a surge of shyness, unsure of how to respond. This beautiful woman, my...