I made salmon. I made the rice with the lemon and the herbs the way he liked it. I set the table for two, and when he came home and saw me standing at the stove, he stopped in the doorway, and I saw his face do something I had never seen it do before, which was soften for real.
"You cooked," he said.
"I wanted to do something normal," I said. "I wanted to feel like myself."
He came over and kissed the top of my head. I let him. I did not flinch, because I had practiced not flinching, and I had gotten very good at it, and I could hold a knife and not think about it.
Caroline came over after dinner. She did that a lot now, since I had come back from the hospital, because they wanted to keep an eye on me, and because a woman with amnesia does not notice how often her best friend is in her
