The Amnesia Game

When my mom woke up, she had forgotten all about my dad's affair — forgotten the mistress with her swollen pregnant belly. Her memory had rolled back ten years, to the time when she and my dad were most in love.

The doctors said she couldn't handle the shock. So my dad and I were forced to play along.

During the day, my dad was the perfect, devoted husband. At night, he'd lock himself in the study and flirt with his mistress over video call.

I watched this absurd performance with cold eyes — watched my dad slowly tear himself apart between two women, sinking deeper and deeper.