When He Forgot Me Again

My husband has lost his memory again.

This time, he's forgotten me and remembered his first love, Violet.

"Miss Reed, change the room diffuser to rose and cedarwood. Violet loves that scent."

"All clothes must be hand-washed, no detergent with any fragrance. Violet has a sensitive nose."

"Oh, and once you finish making dinner, you can leave. Violet doesn't like having strangers in the house."

All afternoon, Harrison kept going on about Violet.

He treated me like I was just some newly hired caregiver.