Chapter 6

I panicked for a moment but quickly calmed myself. With his injured leg, Saul couldn't have gone far.

Just as I was about to head out to look for him, the door opened. He walked in, limping, with a bag of chocolates in his hand. Every flavor inside was from my favorite brand. He glanced at me briefly before walking past to sit down.

I couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you back?"

His eyes showed no emotion as he answered flatly, "This is my home. Why wouldn't I come back?"

My heart soared. I grabbed his hand and started talking nonstop. "You remember, don't you? This is our home. I'm your wife. You promised you'd always stay with me. You said you'd buy me my favorite chocolates, and eat the food I cook forever..."

I placed the chicken in front of him, looking at him with hope and desperation.

Saul looked at the plate and then at the wedding photo of us on the shelf. His expression wavered. For a moment, he seemed determined. The next, uncertain. I could tell he was struggling internally.

But slowly, the light in his eyes faded. Confusion took over. He pulled his hand away, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I bought the chocolates or why the food seemed familiar to me." He stood, avoiding my gaze. "I should go. Chris is still waiting for me at the park."