The Wife He Forgot to Love

The diagnosis was Alzheimer's. The result was a cruel form of time travel. Elijah Henson's memory had regressed to his eighteenth year, and in doing so, he had erased me completely.

I was wiping his face with a warm towel when he recoiled, frowning deeply. He stared at me with the cold, guarded eyes of a stranger.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

A suffocating pressure expanded in my chest. I swallowed the rising bitterness and forced a smile.

"Elijah, I'm your wife."

His scowl deepened. "Impossible. Why would I ever marry a woman like you?"