Chapter 2

I was overwhelmed with excitement when Saul woke up, but another challenge was quietly unfolding. Saul had forgotten me. He had forgotten everyone from his memory.

I forced a smile and tried to calm him. "I'm your wife. We've been married for two years. Look." I held out my hand, showing him the plain wedding band on my ring finger. It matched the one on his hand perfectly. But he stared down at his hand, motionless.

I thought he was trying to remember something, but when I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, he shoved me away violently. "Don't touch me. You're not my wife. I don't know you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, Saul erupted like a storm. He swept everything off the bedside table, including the glass of hot water I had just poured. I ignored the burning pain on my skin and tried to restrain him.

He managed to stand, albeit unsteadily, and stubbornly ordered me out of the room. "I don't know you. Get out."

During the scuffle, he wavered, his body swaying as if he might collapse. I immediately called the doctors to stabilize him.

A sedative was slowly administered into his system. After a moment, I heard him mutter a name under his breath. The doctor turned to me, puzzled. "Who is Chris?"

I stared helplessly at Saul lying on the bed, my eyes gradually filling with sorrow. Chris was his first love.